The great truth, the one fact that no one can deny, is that this life is temporary.
No matter what our religion or parents or social circles may tell us, no one can scientifically prove that X is exactly what happens after our heart stops beating. The bottom line is that in the end, we have no definitive answers; simply put, we know nothing beyond the fact that, well, this life as we know it will “die”.
We are then left with a choice: We can fear, sulk, dread, run, hide, and melt into a hideous depression … or we can have faith. I am not referring to the mindless faith that is sometimes demanded of us when we join certain organized religions, but rather the wakeful faith that is the inner belief of your heart. If we remain connected primarily to the mind as the instrument through which we understand life, then, yes, life can be viewed as a tragedy because in the end, we all die, and there is scientific proof of nothing more. But if we have the courage to consciously move out of our mind and into our heart, an uncomfortable transition for many, then perhaps we can awaken to faith, to the steadfast, inexplicable understanding that there is so much more to life than meets the eye.
The mind cannot explain what causes the fetus’s heart to beat for that very first time. The mind cannot be fully responsible for the greater-than-human inner and physical strength a mother musters up in order to push a child out of her body and into the world. The mind cannot explain why we have at times felt the intangible presence of those we have loved and who have gone before us. The mind cannot make sense of the miracle of spontaneous healing. The mind cannot wrap itself around the sensation of falling in love. The mind cannot comprehend the sheer miracle that you are alive despite the staggering numbers stacked against you – from the millions of sperm that didn’t find their way to the egg, to the spontaneous abortions that happen to three out of four pregnancies, to surviving being birthed. The mind cannot explain why you found that particular job at that moment, why you were born into that particular family, why you met that person with whom you fell in love. The mind cannot comprehend the beauty to which we are all drawn, whether it be in the form of a breath-taking landscape or a lover’s face. The mind cannot know love.
This identity, and this life that we have embraced as “reality”, will simply be no more one day. So, we can choose to live in our mind, that part of us that does not experience miracles, that part of us that depends upon scientific proof to believe that life is more than what we experience through our physical senses. Or we can choose to live from the heart, the core of our spirit, that part of us that has faith that the universe is benevolent, that a creator exists, that miracles do occur, that there is meaning to life and to what comes after.