If peace comes from seeing the whole, then misery stems from a loss of perspective. We begin so aware and grateful. The sun somehow hangs there in the sky. The little bird sings. The miracle of life just happens.
Then we stub our toe, and in that moment of pain, the whole world is reduced to our poor little toe. – Mark Nepo
When my son doesn’t call me or Otis, my dog, has pulled up the freshly planted bulbs I carefully laid under the soil…I have forgotten the pleasure and excitement I have felt just being in their presence. Misery is only a moment of suffering that I have allowed to become my everything…and it is then I must remember to look up.