What’s Wrong With You?… Nothing!


I don’t understand something: How can any of us consider our life as anything less than perfect?  We bitch and moan about how our life should be something other than it is.  We are so quick to blame our job, our ex, our parents, or our family for why our life isn’t what we expected.

“I shouldn’t be in this situation.”

“I should have more money.”

“I shouldn’t have to deal with this illness.”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

So many times we walk around with the attitude life isn’t fair.  We witness injustice every day on the news and see signs of unfairness all around us, but is it really? Let me explain:

Have you ever held someone as they took their final breath?

Have you suffered along side another who has battled ALS, MS, Cancer, Parkinson’s, or AIDS?

Have you witnessed a perfectly healthy person turn for the worse in just a short time?

We all live our days trying to forget that we are only here for a short time.  Our existence on this planet is but a mere dot in comparison to the span of time of human history.  We all live with this existential reality but we do anything we can to forget about it.





Knowing our life is but a mere dot, why do we waste precious time and energy complaining or being victims? Look in front of you; chances are there’s many human beings that love you, and many you love.

You may have pain.

You may experience loss.

You may face abuse.

You may lose your house.

You may teeter between life and death for a season.

You may battle depression, loneliness, or drug abuse.

No matter what you may face, your life is still perfect!  You may think I’m crazy but hear me out: good or bad, it’s all perfect in the end.  The movie Dead Poets Society quotes a beautiful poem by Walt Witman that goes like this:

O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… what good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.  That you are here–that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

What will your verse be?

So what will your verse be?  Do you have any idea the contribution you want to give to society–or better yet, the contribution you want to leave to the few loved ones that surround you?

While on my honeymoon over six years ago, I read this quote by Richard Dawkins in one of his books and it stayed with me for a long time.  I would say this quote challenged my thinking and was one of many things that helped pull me out of an ugly depression I was stuck up to my eyeballs in.  Here it is:

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones.  Most people are never going to die because they’re never going to be born.  The potential people who could have been here in my place, but who will in fact never see the light of day, outnumber the sand grains of Sahara.  Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats; scientists greater than Newton.  We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people.  In the teeth of these stupefying odds, it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.  We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?

So your life isn’t perfect; you have problems, you have pain, you have disappointment. We all do.  We all could have plenty to complain about if we chose to look at our life through stained glasses.

But what if you cleaned off the glasses and take a closer look?  You might see just how amazing you are.  You might see that in the entire universe there is only one you! When you stop comparing yourself or your life to others, you can begin to see the beauty that is you.  When you choose to let go of the past that haunts you, you can start to notice how perfect your life is in the present moment.  When you stop obsessing over the future–as if you have any control of it anyway–your fear and anxiety will melt away.

Compared to nobody else, you are perfect exactly as you are!

Even with that walker or wheelchair.

Even with those warts or scars.

Even with that extra weight or imperfectly shaped (says who?) body.

Even with your past mistakes and current situation.

You are here!  You are in the powerful play of Life!  You are contributing a verse in this powerful play!  What will your verse be?

I don’t understand something: How can any of us consider our life as anything less than perfect?

What’s wrong with you?… Nothing!


Peace my friends!



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You Are Perfect (read at your own risk)


You are perfect.

I am perfect.

The world is perfect.

I am one with the entire world.

I am one with the trees,

The water flowing down the river,

I am one with you.

You are one with me.

The same LIFE that inhabits

Me, inhabits you.

This same LIFE inhabits

The grass, the squirrel,

And your cat. This LIFE

Cannot be seen, touched,

Tasted, or smelled. This LIFE

Cannot be talked about or

Fully grasped. This LIFE is

So far beyond the reach of

Normal human consciousness.

The moment we attempt to

Describe this LIFE with words,

We get lost in translation.


You may be certain you know

This LIFE I’m referring to.

But when you speak of

This LIFE from a place of

Certainty, you can be most

Certain you are wrong.

This LIFE, this REALITY, this


Every well-meaning sage,

Preacher, Imam, or Buddha

That speaks with certainty

Has already missed the point.

We cannot put this LIFE into

Human language. We can point

To it. We can attempt to

Describe it. But we cannot

Name this LIFE. No matter

How many times scientists

Split the atom, they still

Cannot find or name this LIFE.

We all know this LIFE is there,

But can never name it.

When you breathe deep into

Your diaphragm without any

Thoughts whatsoever, LIFE is

With you, LIFE is you. Just

As LIFE is me, just as LIFE is the

Apple, the soil, and the wondrous

Metropolis of plants and creatures at

The deepest parts of the ocean.

No matter how far out you go,

How vast a landscape you take in,

How many galaxies you choose

To witness, LIFE is there. Likewise,

No matter how small you choose

To go, no matter how many times you

Zoom in on one particular object,

LIFE is there, too.


You are perfect.

I am perfect.

The world is perfect.

Anytime you assume you or

The world is anything short of

Perfection, you can immediately

Know your thoughts need

To be questioned.

Reality is perfect. LIFE is

Perfect. This very moment

Is perfect. Do you know how

I know? Because I’m here in

My living room, my heart is full,

My pen is moving across the

Page, the water rushes down

The river outside, the snow falls

From the branches, my legs

Are crossed and my coffee is

Half-gone, the candle near me

Is lit and gentle Film Scores are

Playing in the background, the

Sun spills onto the living room floor,

The beauty of every aspect of my

LIFE is perfect. I am having no thought

That disrupts my perfection.

While having this perfect moment

With LIFE, knowing I am LIFE, you

Are LIFE, the entire Universe is LIFE,

I watch the thoughts come into my

Mind, and then disappear as fast

As they arrive. This LIFE that is me,

This LIFE that is you, this LIFE that is

All of us is LOVE. LIFE is LOVE.

LOVE is LIFE. I see LOVE in me this

Very second, first for myself, then

For you, then for every other LIFE

In the Universe. As I focus

On this LOVE, on this LIFE that

Is you, me, tree, moon, atom;

I am witnessing thoughts that

Float through my mind much

The same as the clouds float by

In the sky. One particular

Thought (cloud) may grab my

Attention and I may pause to

Witness it. As long as I remain

Free from telling myself a story

About the thought, and believing

That story about the thought, then

I allow the thought (cloud) to float

Right on by without any affect

On me either way. It was simply a

Cloud (thought) that was here one

Minute then gone the next.

This morning, while taking my son

To school, the sun was so beautiful.

Pulling out of our driveway and heading

East, we could see the darkest, most

Orange, sun you can imagine. Once we

Drove past the trees and came to a field,

We could see the sun in all its

Spectacular glory. By the time we

Drove two miles, the sun was

Completely covered by clouds so

Our view of it was gone. For a

Few brief seconds, LIFE was displayed

In all its perfection up in the sky,

In my heart, on my son’s face, in

The birds that flew in front of

The sun, and in the car that carried

Us down the road.

Once the sun was gone, I could

Have been disappointed because

I didn’t get a picture, or that it

Didn’t last longer, but when you

Realize LIFE is perfect, and we are

All LIFE and every second is perfect,

Then you come to love the clouds

In front of the sun too. The only

Times in my life that haven’t been

Perfect have been the times I

Believed a passing thought (cloud)

That wasn’t true. When I meet each

Thought with LOVE, when I hold

Each thought up to the light of

LOVE, of LIFE, of REALITY, then I’m

Free to easily let the cloud (thought)

Float on by if it isn’t true for me.

For example, I may look in the mirror

Before getting in the shower and

Have the thought, “My belly is too

Fat!” In that instance, often times

Without even realizing I’m doing

It, I can agree with the thought (cloud)

And I can spend the next fifteen

Minutes in the shower reconfirming

All the ways I’m too fat and can allow

An avalanche of thoughts to pour down

On me more than the water from

The shower-head. My body is

Experiencing all the amazing sensations

Like water running down the small

Of my back, shampoo tingling my scalp,

The soap cleaning and rejuvenating

My senses; but instead of being aware

Of all the truly amazing senses, I’m

Stuck inside my mind believing

A thought. What hell!


On the other hand, I can have

The same thought that my belly

Is too fat but I can question that

Thought differently. Am I perfect?

Yes! Is LIFE perfect? Yes! Do I

Love myself? Yes, I am LOVE! The

Reality is my belly is the size it is

Right this very second. My belly

Is perfect. It is LOVE. It is LIFE. So

I let that cloud (thought) float on

By since it wasn’t truth, it didn’t

Serve me or LIFE. I then step into

The shower and experience a

Multitude of sensations thanks to

Being aware and present. Do you

Know how I know my belly size is

Perfect? Because that’s the size

It is right now. Just as the clouds

That blocked our view of the sun

This morning were perfect;

You are perfect!

I am perfect!

The world is perfect!


Peace my friends!