Page 54 - Bliss Planet March 2018 Health And Wellness Magazine

Final Thought By Friday MacArthur

How does one know when they are learning a thing for the very
first time versus remembering a thing they've forgotten? Why is it
such that life seems so unfair when we look at those who "have"
and those who "have not?". Is there rhyme to the rhythm or reason
to the riddle of this anxious existence?

Life is an ocean and its waves the opportunities we
paddle out to meet. Life is a dance of epic proportions,
a romance of infinite depth strung out over a
multiverse of quantum collisions. Life is a whisper, a

wink and a node across the immeasurable expanse that
exists in a moment unique solely to perception; the
only permanence. Our purpose is found not in
the crescendo of the beginning note or the
decrescendo of its thinning decay, but in the
melody connecting the two between: the ebb
and flow, the rise and fall, the crests and troughs, the
peaks and valleys that make an ungraspable reality

everything about a moment, a journey. It is why the
poor and the rich among us all must wake to the day,
to our part in delivering compassion to a Universe that
is a jealous lover, a reality that cannot be divorced or
turned away. We are here to dance, to embody the
moment that is void of permanence and
physical measure: the space in which fingertips meet

in touch, the point at which two souls fall in love,
the moment in which the spark of life quickens the
human heart into the rhythm of perpetual motion. Life
is a call to join the dance.

And so nothing will be known that is not known by the
knower, the perfection of life is in the
fortunate mishaps brandished in brilliant displays of
acceptance of the self and the righteous acts of

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