What is your most prized possession? Your car, maybe? A grand piano? A family heirloom?
How would it be if you lost it?
Unthinkable? Or no problem?
I know it’s old hat to talk about the consumer society, but I think we sometimes lose sight of the fact that if we’re not careful it is we who are consumed. We arm ourselves with burglar alarms and insurances ’til they’re coming out of our ears so that we might have some sense of safety – lest someone or some “act of God” wrests from us that with which we have identified ourselves.
For a moment, close your eyes and imagine your most precious possession gone. Just not there any more. Let yourself feel what you would feel and then, with a big sigh, let that go. Let the feeling go.
What remains? Are you a lesser human being for not having this thing? Or is there, perhaps, a sense of relief, of freedom?
Let a smile come to your lips as you open your eyes with the understanding and the realization that you not only can and do still have your possession, but that you could release them and not be diminished one bit for doing so.
Who you are and the safety you feel is within you, not your insurance!
