One of the Lessons

Whenever one of my pieces collapses, I find myself painfully in front of two options, either I pick up this fallen piece and put it back in or bury it with others and move on.

Of course, I pay an excruciating price for either choice, but a priceless flow of complacency is indescribable when lessons are learned.

However, the absolute ruthless lesson you may acquire and probably fail many times before you get it is when learning from your beloved one’s difficult experiences. You watch them falling, suffering, collapsing, fearing, and doubting before they pick themselves up and move.

The scary long moments come when you think they cannot keep on and surrender, but nothing is more enlightening than looking at their spiritual elevation each time they heal.

We can learn from the dearest ones more than any. They make us cry, they make us fear, and thus, they make us grow. Their practices teach us about ourselves and identify our vulnerabilities and depths; we learn that we need to trust others’ roles and accept their outcome on our journeys.

We get to respect their distinctions and cherish their peculiarities, as anything they offer is an opportunity for us to elevate.

I salute every fallen piece I collect when I can recover and learn. However, the most thrilling lesson you get is witnessing those you adore picking their pieces up and moving on for the better.

Dana Obeid