Resolution. I started thinking about this word about six weeks ago. During my conversations with various clients, I found that a particular issue kept recurring. That it was the answer to a confused and almost incoherent question that I had been half consciously engaged with, came as a nice surprise.
The reason why this concept was unclear to me was because I hadn’t realised that on some level, I’d already asked the question and it was being answered in many different ways, through images and words. One word that took me back to why I started considering it in the first place was forgiveness. Another image that kept coming up was a dervish turning towards the heart. The analogy of peeling the many layers of an onion also came to mind. This is the way life converses with me. If I had not had a gazillion things on my plate and found a few moments of stillness I would probably have been able to string these images together sooner. But once again, I’m getting ahead of myself. There is a time and place for everything.
This brings me to my point. Forgiveness is a goal and resolution is the journey, not the destination. When we declare that we are ready to forgive, ready to let go of something, it is a declaration towards releasing the beliefs and patterns that have held us back. We often mistakenly believe that this first step leads us to the ‘final point’ of resolution. This is why so many of us become frustrated that despite the forgiveness, we haven’t noticed any remarkable changes. Instead of asking why things aren’t changing, we need to ask where we have created the blocks to resist the changes. Imagine the universe like a river that carries your deepest desires; in order for that energy to flow through you, you need to remove the wall you’ve built up against it.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes, writes Marcel Proust. Till we look again at our life with new eyes, we will not remember that we are here to experience love. Till we start circling the sacredness of our heart, we will not be able to move beyond our pain. Till we refuse to peel away the layers of our ego, we will not discover that life is not about side stepping a minefield but about surfing the universal flow with our own set of immaculately choreographed moves.