We are not changed, healed or transformed by making an effort. Even as a concept, efforting-ing is exhausted. Change happens when we drop the conceit of doer-ship, expunge ambition and welcome what happens.
Resignation is not acceptance. Resignation is a mental construction, a poor-me narrative. Acceptance is a thrumming vitality, a sense-charged liveliness. In the precise moment that a situation is completely accepted, the situation changes.
If I fear death, I fear change. Men die as they live.
We are mostly aware of what changes and mostly unaware of what doesn’t.
Be patient. It’s a slow process, that of expunging old habits and incubating new ones. The end is in the means. Slow is true. Slow is sure.