The closer I get to being true to myself the more happiness I experience. Seeking the truth about myself has been a lifelong journey. But I have a very clear memory that this truth, the truth I seek, I actually experienced at the beginning of my life. This, I was reminded of when my little grandson was born and he started to experience his own life. The joy and happiness that he feels is so tangible and is given out so freely by him it is wonderful being with him. So this truth of our real selves is not far away, not even a heartbeat away.
We forget so easily. Even the very action of seeking takes us away from the truth within.
Time to remember. Being. Just being.