One day, we will all go home.
To a place where our earthly possessions, our looks, ambitions, frustrations, demands, petty fights and competition with one another won't matter anymore.
Where it won't make any difference how much money we had, how big our house was, how fashionable were the clothes we wore; where it won't even matter how much we excelled in housekeeping, gardening, cooking, sewing, or any other skill we prided ourselves for.
Our blunders won't matter, either, nor will the blunders of others. The clumsy child who was scolded by his mother for smashing a cup, and had his little heart pointlessly broken over this, will be finally healed. The woman who felt torn apart because of cruel gossip, will have her heart restored.
There will be no more place for misunderstanding, suspicion and offence, no negative assumptions, and no need for explanation. It won't matter what we had wanted to say, what we meant, tried, and failed to express. It will be possible to look into each other's hearts, into our very souls, and see the goodness in there.
And finally we can cry over all the hidden treasures of goodness, kindness, forgiveness and love - tears of joy because they were found, tears of sadness because we never discovered them here on this earth, because of our human limitations.
We will be enveloped in infinite love. We will be, again, beautiful, beloved, sweet children. We will be forever with the One Who shaped us in our mother's womb, and there will be no need to part again.
... For now, we are still here, going, stumbling, falling and moving on this earthly journey, laughing, crying, searching, gaining and losing, knowing and forgetting, holding hands with the people we love, and hurting them, and being hurt by them, feeling happy and sad, complete and broken, together and alone.
It's impossible to achieve perfection while we are here. But we can remember our soul is on a purposeful journey to meet its Creator, and be strengthened by it. We can love, and extend ourselves to others, ask for forgiveness and forgive, forgive, forgive.
Not much of what we have done on this earth will matter eventually. This will. This extension from soul to soul, this reflection of unconditional, selfless love, which we can give to one another until we are out of this narrow corridor that leads beyond.
Until we, finally, go home.
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