I am always at peace unless I believe otherwise.
I believe a stressful thought and then suddenly I think I need things to be different than they are. And that innocent argument with reality is what causes my suffering.
But no argument with reality can outlast reality. My confusion always settles and the pain always leaves me.
That’s why the pain always leaves: because outside of what I’m thinking and believing, I’m always living in a kind reality and I can’t sustain my argument. That’s been my experience.
And the pain will be gone until I spin it back up with the belief that I need it.
Always leaving me in peace as long as I allow it.
I can let my problems be what they are: innocent imagination, temporarily believed.
Never permanent.
NEVER permanent.
The apparent “permanence” is just me telling myself a painful story over and over again. Eventually I’ll stop. Because peace is where everything ends up. It’s just a matter of time.
So I have nothing to fear.
If I want an example, I can look to the trees or the rocks or the clouds or the water. No story, no problem. Nothing to avoid, nothing to fix.
Every problem I experience is just a fleeting agitation of an otherwise peaceful existence. Just a ripple on the surface of a still pond.
No matter how hard I try to hold onto my stressful story, it will ultimately fade to peace...
...just as every ripple fades to stillness.