Devotion to Truth seeking goes something like this:
You’re going to risk being disliked (actually, it’s not a risk, it’s inevitable). At some point you will be very misunderstood—and you won’t know how much that stings until it happens.
You’re going to take a hit for the team. Because you’re not learning lessons just for your own good. Healing for one is healing for many.
You will burn the plans that you thought were the answer to your pro-found longing. You will pray, on your knees, with the flavour of begging in your throat. You will have to ask for help—the vulnerable kind of asking when you’re terrified that the answer could be No.
You will humbly make amends. You will let people go. You will build walls (because every kingdom has walls). There’s a good chance that you’ll be profoundly lonely. By necessity, you will become your own Lover. You will feel it all—all in one day.
You’ll have to get up really early after staying up way too late. You’ll learn to bend time, and subsist on your own confidence. You’ll put in your own money. You’re going to do the hard work that integrity calls for, like a grown-up.
You will pass through the eye of a needle, stripped, shed, pared down to the pure pith of your power. The few people who have seen you so naked will never speak of that beauty to anyone else.
You will transmute heart-ripping pain into evolutionary leaps. You will find comfort in the rhythm created by commitment, and you will come to adore the discipline of freely giving and receiving. You will become a testament to the force of tenderness.
You will say Thank You—for all of it.
And then you and that devotion of yours will keep on going.