The time I realized there’s no end to the journey. And what a joy that is.

I kept hearing everywhere in physics that our universe was expanding. And then I hear that the Earth was expanding. And then as I was listening to Pema Chodron’s From Fear to Fearlessness, it intimately hit me. Everything is expanding, including me, including all of us, including nature, including the universe, including consciousness. Forever. And ever. And ever. And ever.

So I finally got it. I will never stop creating. Ever. And I notice that with each creation that comes through me, it just gets better and better and I melt deeper and deeper into self-awareness.

What does this all mean for me? That I will never find *the* spirituality book that will solve all things for me. I will never achieve *the* thing I always wanted and then have a life full of non-creating, non-seeking and non-desiring.

For the billions of years (and I’d guess — more like infinity) the universe has been around, it’s *still* expanding, creating and being more and more and more. Because that is its nature.

It’s the nature of who we *be* to create and grow and create and grow and forever keep expanding into infinity. There is no end to it. And if that’s the case, what then is the purpose of this life? For me, what other purpose than to enjoy all this? To create, to grow, to enjoy, to create, to grow, to enjoy.

So I surrender. Universe — you got me. I surrender to all of it. And I melt into the now. And I’m smiling and being and melting even more. Until the urge to create comes through me again. And I create with more ease than ever before and I melt and I enjoy. Always melting. Always enjoying.