There once was a girl who loved to pretend she knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. She liked trying on other people’s professions and couldn’t quite put her finger on one that resonated with her. She noticed how pleased people were when she tried their professions on for size. But it lead her into trap – a trap of pleasing other people. She couldn’t figure out for the longest time why she wasn’t able to find something that made her heart sing.
And that’s when she discovered she was listening to other people’s hearts long before her own. She had been entranced by their singing hearts. She went on a journey to try and find somewhere she could listen to her own beating heart. Alone and high up in the mountains, out in the deep blue ocean, along the wide open plains. She practiced getting in touch with who she really was and what her heart had to say.
She kept searching and searching for something that filled her up. Something that aligned with her unique gifts and talents. Something that felt like a natural part of her. She became more aware and appreciative of who she was. But the more she desperately tried searching for Clarity, the harder the path felt.
Then one day, Clarity just showed up. The girl hadn’t gone anywhere special. She wasn’t in the mountains, out at sea or in a meadow. She was around a couple of people in a coffee shop. It was there she realized that when she had finally given up and trusted that if Clarity was going to show up she will. And she did!
Clarity wasn’t how the girl pictured or imagined her – in fact, Clarity was a mirror reflection of herself. It was in that quiet moment, the one where trying is forgotten and acceptance of the now this wonderful being appeared.
Sometimes we have to go to quiet places in our mind to find our own Clarity.