The miracle inside

There is a time in our lives in which we hope and believe in miracles from the world outside.

We believe in fairy tales and expect them to happen to us, we believe in princes and princesses and we expect them to find us, we believe in happiness and we expect it to come to us, we believe in beautiful adventures and we expect them to appear, we believe in a big, great love and we expect it to reveal - suddenly and stunningly, we believe that we were born for something great and we expect it to happen to us.

But one day someone leaves us in the forest (or we enter it ourselves) like Hansel and Gretel. We get lost, but we still believe and wait for someone to find us and save us.

Time passes, the darkness grows, fears rise, hope slowly fades, and we suddenly realize that no one will come.

We are alone - with our own pain and fear. The idea of a magical world and a cloudless future is collapsing; the ground beneath our feet seems to be disappearing. We look around for a sign, but it's gloomy and foggy all around. There is no good fairy, no wise wizard. We feel deceived, disappointed, betrayed.

Crisis. First, we deny it - "No, this cannot happen!", Then comes the anger - "Why me, it's not fair!", An attempt for a deal - "I will do everything, I promise, just to get out of this!", It's time for depression - "End! Apparently it's all over. Nothing makes sense. Life is cruel and unjust. ” Unfortunately, some people stop here and the "swamp of sadness" engulf them and drag them deeper and deeper into the abyss.

Others, however, remember the fairytales and the path of the magical heroes. How to get out of trouble? Well, as a beginning, I guess we have to admit it happened. The situation is as it is. We lost something, probably, or maybe it never existed, maybe it was an illusion.

We need time - every loss requires a period of mourning.

And then we discover, or maybe rather remember, that each end is at the same time a beginning. We look around, listen, feel the situation and begin to realize the newborn reality.

We do not have a magic wand, but we have senses that serve us as radars and can guide us. We do not have a magic carpet, but we have our own feet that can lead us in the direction we choose. There are no elves in the forest to guide us, but we have our own intuition that we can trust. There is no one to carry us in his arms, but we can reach out to someone for help or caress… We take small steps - timid and insecure at first, but still moving – little by little.

We walk again, this time alone - without walkers and parental support.

Childish naivety is gone to give birth to something much stronger and more lasting - self-belief. The miracle is in us, it is not outside, and once it is in us, we can no longer lose it.

The miracle inside can create the fairy tale we dream of, can take us to the princes and princesses we want to connect with, can sculpt a worldview through which to be happy, can take the adventures we have longed for, can discover, maintain and develop great love, can turn our existence into a great and conscious mission.

Each of us carries within us the seed of a miracle from within, but it is detectable only with the "inner eyes." If we look only outside - we will not notice it. And yet it is there and will wait as long as necessary until we give up the external wonders, mourn our loss, and look inward — then it will be born - the miracle inside.

Irina Kiryakova