There is no such thing as perfection, but that in itself is perfect. At no time, at no point, is the universe going to do exactly what I want it to do. If that happened, where would be the fun? I would know everything. There would be no surprises and no delights. Pure predictability would reign, in boredom, forever and ever, amen. That means unpredictability is the rule. In response to this, I try to see the universe, and my relationship to it, as a game. (I don’t always succeed, but that’s another story.)
Sure, the game is frustrating. It can be utterly maddening if I try to play it by imposing my own rules on it. But the game may not recognize my rules. I can’t run this game, very possibly because there isn’t even a game in reality. The game is only a concept that helps me engage with that-which-is, as-it-is.
The more I work to engage with That-Which-Is, As-It-Is – the more I live life on life’s terms, as they say in AA – the closer I get to the ultimate secret that is no secret, because it was here all along.
The game can be a great distraction. It can distract me from engaging with the Divine, especially if I actually believe in the game. I do my best to remember that there is no game, really. In a sense, I invoke it, and I can banish it. It’s only a servant, a concept to help me engage with That-Which-Is. When that game, that concept, stops being useful, it can be discarded – or should be discarded.
When that time comes, when the game stops being useful and needs to be discarded, there is a choice. I can choose to cling to it, or I can choose to let it go. My choice.