I’ve always liked the story about the last step monks must take to attain enlightenment. After years of training, their final test is to walk through a long, dark room filled with everything they fear most. Only when they can make it to the other end are they truly enlightened.
I think about this a lot. The terror the monks must feel entering a room they know is filled with their worst fears. Then having to endure, to the end. But also the relief and lightness that comes with leaving all their fears behind.
How thrilling that must be–to know that there’s nothing left to be afraid of, that you’ll always have the strength to walk through the dark.
I’m walking through my own room, less afraid with each step.