The Diving Board

by White Feather

Life is so beautiful, so magnificent, so wonderful, so outrageously fantastic, how can anyone complain? There is so much beauty in nature and in our world it can take our breath away. There is so much love; oh, there is so much love that we can be full of it every minute of our lives. There is so much love that every experience can shower us with it. There is so much love that we can live every minute in ecstasy. There is so much love that we can bond with every human on the planet. There is so much love that our every action can exude that love. There is so much love that we can all live our lives in a state of constant joy. There is so much love that every human on the planet is transformed into a divine being. There is so much love that our every action is full of that love and spreads more love around the planet. There is so much love this planet could explode with love.

There is so much love yet we fight it and resist it. Why? What are we trying to teach ourselves through our resistance? By living what love is not are we reinforcing what love is? Through comparison, are we teaching ourselves to appreciate that omnipresent love? By denying that love are we preparing ourselves to joyously dive back into it with an even more intense furvor? Are we afraid to look in that mirror and see the love or are we gaining a better understanding of it by glancing away from it ever so briefly? Is fear merely a tool we're using to briefly hesitate before jumping off the diving board in order reorganize our focus before surrendering to the dive into that pool of love? Does our resistance intensify the love or merely intensify our appreciation of it? What games are we playing?

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