In the center of fear, unhappiness, uncertainty, or grief there is a witness. There is a silent space, so imperceptible that no molecule of pain can penetrate it.
In this space, the witness is you. You’re in a soft comfortable chair, smiling, as you read a book entitled, “The Story of My Life.” Even though you haven’t finished it yet, you aren’t worried. You know that in the end, you turn out just fine. After all, you are sitting there with the finished copy in your hands, knowing you end up completely whole.
In the thick of turmoil the mind may think it is unnatural to be at peace or to feel gratitude. But there is nothing more natural, nothing more true, because that peace is you, and you are the truth: you, the silent smiling witness to the adventure of a life in the midst of being lived.