I wrote about ‘The Gift of a Little Selective Blindness‘.
I was a little surprised at the responses.
I shouldn’t be.
But still, I surprise easily, even though I am aware that The Way I am discovering is ancient & obscure, difficult to see in this cluttered world.
I am delighted when we discover together & the gift is opened.
I’ve been writing about ‘The Way of the Gift‘ for a while now.
It is what I am exploring, discovering a little more about life & living a ‘happy life’, as we enjoy our reprieve in Northern China, reading ancient philosophy, observing people, considering my ‘self’ and ‘being’.
I believe ‘The Way of the Gift‘, is another Way, an Ancient Way, lost in the clutter of modernism, post-modernism, Roman Catholisism, Protestantism & all their little children (capitalism, democracy, individualism & consumerism).
In the post ( ‘The Gift a Little Selective Blindness’ ), I speak of being blinded by love, to the often destructive behaviour of those who do not know happiness, but desperately desire it.
A friend’s response is to remind me: “the gift of a little humility would help too.”
He is right.
Happiness does not infest our soul alongside arrogance.
And humility is not something I can cultivate in my own being.
It is gift, as well.
Not a single gift, received in a single moment.
A gift received over time, as my being comes to life, my soul suddenly noticing the gift it has been all along.
I write to think.
To give shape to the ideas taking on form in my soul.
Previously I’ve written about ‘The Gift of Gift‘.
And ‘The Gift of Creation‘.
Talking about how, along this Way, all of it is Gift from the Gift.
礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – The Way of the Gift – this name I’ve given this belief really says it very clearly: there is nothing to be arrogant about, nothing to be puffed up or egotistical about.
Learning this Way, embracing it & receiving happiness along it, is the Gift of Humility.
For it is received.
For no apparent reason.
This is part of the mystery I am trying to unravel: why some receive happiness, yet others remain trapped in the sludge of dissapointment or unrequited hopes.
There is nothing more humbling than to embrace ‘The Way of the Gift’.
Aware that even the ability to embrace this Way is gift to begin with.
I am not the architect of my happiness.
I am the fortunate recipient.
I am not the builder of my present or future.
I am the accomplice.
I am not the resourceful one who devised innovative ways to escape the sludge.
I am the beneficiary of the Source’s Sourcory.
I am not the one who sought and found or knocked until the door was opened.
I was sought.
I was found.
And I am sought & found, again & again, as I will be sought & found in days to come, my blindness merely preventing me from seeing the magnificence.
The door was opened for me, without even having had to ask.
In me, a desire ignited, as it is ignited in every being, when we are lovingly formed in the womb of our mother.
To be happy.
As we experience & taste & do, think & try to be what we were created to be, amongst the silly brokenness of a world in suspension.
If you are happy, even a tiny little bit, you would be a prophet of this: that it is gift.
Happiness never framed by success or wealth or comfort or fame, but always by love & peace, regardless of the presence of success or failure, wealth or poverty, loss or gain.
Now, or in the past, or again, in some time to come.
Humility fills us with patience.
It empties us of anger.
Allowing us to love.
Steadily waiting & even enduring, in love, while those around us, who’ve not received, wait for their moment.
Not the moment for the gift to be received – it has been given & is given & will be given, without fail, in every moment to every person.
Steadily waiting, while those around us wait for their moment to unwrap.
Their weary fingers finally succumbing to the desire to be happy, tired from trying everything else, realizing this gift could have been it all along.
There is really nothing more we can do.
Nothing more than wait.
And be, while we wait.
Graciously and gratefully, be what we were created to be, without apology – happy people, living a happy life, amidst the rhythm of loss & gain & loss again.
Writing about this – the gift of humility – is perhaps reduntant, for this gift settles in our being like dew on green grass with sunrise on a summer’s morning.
Still, I write, just in case, you may think, writing about finding happiness along The Way of the Gift or living a happy life is arrogant.
The only value of these few thoughts, to remind you all of it is Gift from the Giver, Sourced by our Sourceror.
And delay need not tire you.
Happiness is yours.
The moment you want it.