I was emotionally rocked to the core of my being as I watched the unfolding of events in Japan over the past week. Seeing human beings suffering evokes a reaction in me that I don’t know how to articulate. It doesn’t much matter if it’s terrified Japanese citizens watching Mother Nature’s wrath rush towards them, or my own step-dad experience the effects of a disease called cancer. I think it must be innate, a built in part of us. I guess it’s what they call ‘empathy’.
I think epic events such as this recent earthquake remind us that life is incredibly precious. Furthermore, when any life is in jeopardy certain things melt quickly away, as if they never held any importance other than merely as an illusion. We seem to boil down to a state of purism that I’m sure can’t fully be understood until we’re there. But yet at the same time this kind of event also seems to serve as a reminder. A ‘wake-up’ call to a part of us buried deep within. A ‘flash’ of truth for us to observe.
Because as horrific as life can be, stealing our loved ones, reeking havoc on our emotions and keeping us guessing, wondering, and craving to know….’why am I here? & what is the purpose of life?’, there is an ever present sense of beauty and love.
The more I learn, the more I read, the more I connect with others, the more I realize that life is really about learning. Because even the most painful lessons…that breed the most loss and sadness, at some point evoke hope.
Then hope becomes love.
And love becomes inspiration.
And inspiration becomes creation.