if we experienced life directly, we most assuredly would never feel tired of it.
exhaustion, on the other hand, is a feeling that’s perfectly appropriate for the complicated and stressful (not to mention illusory) story about our life that we invest such a massive amount of energy in telling ourselves, day after day, one minute after the next.
we can be proud of our frustration, our depression, even our rage, because these are all natural reactions to the superposition of an unnatural layer over the perfect reality that already exists beneath.
life is certainly in no need of improvement or assistance from our thought-structures to exist, but it remains pristinely as it is regardless of the stories about it we choose to believe in; it is we who suffer from the distortion created when we mistakenly believe in the stories as reality and don’t accept them merely as stories.
at any time, we can choose to stop investing in the strenuous activity of sustaining the story and rest in the simplicity of truth, which is present in every aspect of ourselves. it is only force of habit that prevents us from doing so on a consistent basis.
