In which direction does your life move?
To wherever you have placed its arrow.
If the arrow points forever backward, to blame the present on the past and to script the future accordingly, then what is to make life worth its pain, the story worth its struggle?
But if the arrow points forward to an unfolding destiny, then every pain becomes the cracking of a shell, every travail the shedding of a cocoon; as an olive releasing its oil to the press, a seedling breaking its path to reach the sun. What is the pain relative to the promise it holds?
For our destiny is sown deeply within the hard soil of this G‑d-blessed earth.From its nourishment and from our struggle with it, through these alone can we burst forth and blossom.
And so Sarah looked back after 127 years, and all her days, even the darkest, the weariest, were good and filled with beauty.
—based on Likkutei Sichot, volume 5, page 92
I like the part about the pain simply being the cracking of the egg, and the travail of the shedding of the cocoon.
Lenexa, Ks/Usa
akron, oh
ma, MA