Blossoming starts on the inside ...

That I don't know anything about time, that every second is a mystery.

I had to accept,

That my body would grow old and one day it would end.

That we are done

Of memories and forgetfulness, desires, memories, waste, noises, whispers, silences, days and nights, small stories and subtle details.

I had to accept that

Everything is temporary and transient.

And I had to accept,

That I came into the world

To do something for him,

To try to give the best of myself, to leave positive traces

Of my steps before leaving.

I had to accept,

That my parents wouldn't last forever

And that my children would gradually choose their path and follow that path without me.

And I had to accept that they were not mine as I supposed, and that the freedom to come and go is also a right of his.

I had to accept,

That's all my goods,

They were entrusted to me, that they did not belong to me and that they were as fleeting as my own existence on earth was.

And I had to accept that the goods would be for the use of other people when I am no longer here.

I had to accept,

That what I called "My house" was just a temporary roof, that one more day, one less day would be the same as it used to be

And I had to accept that my attachment to things would only make my farewell and my departure more painful

I had to accept, that the animals I love and the trees I planted, my flowers and my birds were deadly.

And nothing belongs to me, it was difficult but I had to accept it.

I had to accept, my weaknesses, my limitations and my condition of being mortal, of being ephemeral.

I had to accept that life would go on without me and that after a while they would forget me.

I humbly confess.

That I had to fight many battles to accept it.

And I had to accept that I don't know anything about the weather, which is a mystery to me.

World and the Life that We Live in it!

But I gave up and accepted what I had to accept and so I stopped suffering.

I discarded my pride and my arrogance and admitted that nature treats everyone the same way,

Without favoritism.

I had to disarm and open my arms

To recognize Life as it is.

Recognize that everything is transitory

And that it works While we are

Here on Earth.

That made me

To reflect

And accept,

And finally reached, The Peace I aimed.

Silvia Schmidt

German parliamentary.

The world does not reward what you think it rewards.

Shakespeare wrote this line in Measure for Measure, but it cuts deeper than any single play. It is an observation about the structure of reality as most people actually experience it , not as they were taught to expect it. The corrupt climb. The honest stumble. The one who compromises reaches the position that the one who refused to compromise was passed over for. This is not cynicism. It is precision.

Every genuine wisdom tradition has had to reckon with this fact. The Stoics did not promise that virtue would be rewarded in the world. They promised that virtue was its own reward, that the inner state of the person who acts rightly is fundamentally different from the inner state of the person who rises through corruption, regardless of what the outer circumstances show. Seneca wrote to Lucilius that the good man can lose everything except his goodness. This is not consolation. It is a different definition of winning.

Jung understood that the psyche registers what the social world ignores. The person who rises through manipulation, dishonesty, or the exploitation of others does not escape the consequences of what they have done. They carry it. The shadow accumulates everything that was suppressed in the pursuit of power. What was gained outwardly is paid for inwardly, often in ways the person cannot even name.

The figure consumed by the serpent above, the solitary figure sitting below, both are present in every life. The question is not whether you will fall or rise. The question is what you will have become by the time you find out which it is.

Virtue does not protect you from falling. It determines who you are when you do.

our visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."

— Carl Jung