in my last post i mentioned affairs my heart had … with the world. you may not know what i mean. so, i will 
elaborate. an example of an affair your heart may have with the world is when you ponder such questions as: how many hits did i get on my blog today? is that girl over there with the flawless skin prettier than me?
these are just examples. the world … is full of illusions. the world, if we let it, will tell us what matters. by re-possessing my heart i force myself to understand what truly matters. the world will tell you that you have to dress a certain way at work. i will tell you that to keep your job dress how they require but don’t let the clothes bleed into your heart. the world will tell you who is beautiful and who is not. but i will tell you we are all beautiful in our own way.
i get my beliefs from the bible and other spiritual resources … the more i read the bible the more i see the world as an illusion. it’s a pretty illusion. it’s a money-making illusion. it’s a material-producing illusion. it’s a complex, star-studded, leather-booted illusion. it’s a make-you-cry illusion. it’s a bound-by-blood illusion. it’s a shiny, fast car illusion. it’s a fun illusion. it’s an as exciting as you make it illusion. it’s an illusion that you can touch and taste but in the end. it’s an illusion.
and i think everyone at some point confronts the end of the illusion that is the world. paris hilton might not hit that point until she’s 80. when she looks around at her mounds of sunglasses, silk sheets, dog accessories … and her skin has lost its elastic. hopefully, she hits her moment earlier so that she still has time to focus on what is real. people. relationships. human connection. unconditional love. God.
maybe your moment hit you when you were 5. you were abused by a family member and you realise the world can be such an ugly place. the photo of the family standing close with big smiles is an illusion. family can hurt you in the worst way.
maybe your moment hit you at 23 right after the baby was born. and your man left you. and your parents disowned you.
maybe your moment hit when you were 42 and everything you worked for tastes like chalk. you have the big house, the 3 big cars, the 2 dogs, the 4 kids, the 1 wife, the summer home, the fancy watch, the i-phone, the jet skis, the boat to go with the jet skis, the stock portfolio, the assets. but you have no real friends. no real love for your wife. no relationship with your children. no care for the dogs. no joy in all your things. and the illusion dies and you try to work harder and make more money to see if that will keep the illusion going.
maybe you had a point in your life at 30 when you lost everything. a freak accident burned your house down and your family along with it. you have no more people who love you and you have no more place where you belong. what’s real?
and which will your heart believe?
