At the end of the day, it all comes down to this: To be what you are, and what you are to the world. Your role in this world now. That everlasting quest(ion) of “why am I here?”
What I am is to provide a container, a space, a possibility. No, let me rephrase that. I am not the one who provide. Maybe–it just dawned to me–I am part of what makes the container, the space, the possibility.
We are all in our journey to return (to Him), a journey to realize our full potentials as originally intended. Some people are destined for greatness. You see, I don’t think I am one of that. I am but a part of that container, that space, that possibility that witness those greatnesses to evolve. Bluntly put, the carpet that they–you–walk upon.
I am cool with that. In fact, I love it. Very much like that tea house that I dream about. Exoterically or esoterically speaking, am not sure yet. How exactly, I don’t know yet.
But I know this much: I am–although it is not really me–providing that container, that space, that mirror, for you to realize who you really are, to be(come) you. Yes, you.
I am working with what I have, following what’s been given to me at this moment. I know not any other way. I can only offer myself.
Current understanding, which I suspect might revolve pretty soon.