The joy of not arriving
Dear fellow traveler of the inner way, cherished reader,
In this weeks Soul-Letter I want to gently invite you out of the quiet burden of perfection… and into the living grace of totality.
There is a subtle tension that many carry, often unnoticed. A sense that something is not yet complete. Not yet right. Not yet as it should be.
It appears in small ways…
in the way you look at your life,
in the way you look at yourself,
in the way each moment is quietly measured against an imagined ideal.
And so, without realizing it, life becomes a project.
Something to refine. Something to improve. Something to finish.
But life does not move like that.
Life breathes. It expands. It contracts.
It unfolds without asking for your approval.
And somewhere deep within the ancient wisdom, a truth echoes that dissolves this entire struggle:
"From wholeness emerges wholeness. Wholeness coming from wholeness, wholeness distant remains."
Nothing real is ever incomplete.
Nothing essential is ever missing.
What feels incomplete is only the image the mind holds about how life should be.
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."
And here comes a statement that may feel confronting at first, yet carries immense freedom:
"One very important thing to be remembered: ture wisdom does not believe in perfection, it moves in totality."
Perfection is selective.
It accepts one part and rejects another.
It divides life into fragments and tries to arrange them into something acceptable.
Totality does the opposite.
Totality allows everything. The clarity and the confusion. The peace and the restlessness. The expansion and the contraction.
Nothing is pushed out. Nothing is denied.
And in that inclusion… something relaxes.
Because the pressure to become disappears.
There is a deeper intelligence in life that has never been concerned with perfection. In fact:
"Life is perfect in only one sense. It is perfectly imperfect."
Not flawed. Not broken. But alive.
Because only what is unfinished can move.
Only what is open can evolve.
Only what is not fixed can express the infinite.
If life were perfect in the way the mind imagines, it would be complete, closed, finalized.
And then…
"If it was perfect, that means the dead end has come."
There would be no unfolding left. No discovery. No dance.
But life is a dance.
It moves from one expression into another, from one peak into another, endlessly.
"Life remains flowing, always moving from one peak to another peak. There is no end. No full point ever comes."
And yet the mind still asks: When will I arrive?
But listen closely:
"The goal is never achieved, remember. Life is not goal-oriented. It is journey-oriented."
This is not something to be fixed.
This is something to be seen.
Because the moment you stop trying to arrive somewhere else, something extraordinary becomes available:
this moment.
Not as a step. Not as a means. But as the living itself.
"The journey is the reward"
And here, a bridge appears:
"This world has to be lived with such joy that you can discover God in it because there is no other way to find him."
Not in the future. Not in becoming. Not in perfecting.
But here.
In the unpolished, unfiltered, immediate experience of life as it is.
Joy is not something that comes after everything is resolved.
Joy is what reveals itself when nothing is resisted.
When nothing is postponed. When this moment is no longer sacrificed for another moment.
"Enjoy each moment because each moment is a goal unto itself. Don't sacrifice it for another goal."
See how often the mind trades the present for a promise.
"I will be at peace when…" "I will rest when…" "I will be fulfilled once…"
And in that movement, life slips through unnoticed.
But when even for a brief moment, you stop…
and allow what is here to be exactly as it is… something shifts.
Not dramatically. Not as an achievement.
But quietly.
A sense of completeness that does not depend on conditions.
A subtle recognition that nothing is missing in this.
And then the words become lived truth:
"Live this and the miracle happens."
Because:
"Each moment lived totally brings you closer and closer to the Great Mystery"
Or in a deeper innerstanding…
closer to the living recognition of the One-Mind, expressing itself as this very moment, exactly as it is.
There is nothing you need to perfect.
Nothing you need to finalize.
Nothing you need to become before life can begin.
It has already begun.
It is already here.
And perhaps… it has never been otherwise.
May the Great Mystery dissolve the illusion that anything is missing.
May the striving to perfect soften into the grace of allowing.
May you recognize the One-Mind not at the end of a journey, but in the living fullness of this very moment.
And may your life be lived… not as a task to complete, but as a presence to embody.
With a silent smile,
Bear Saorin
The One Mind Sanctum
P.S. Stop waiting for perfect. Life is already here – live it.
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