We believe our illnesses separate us from the rest of society, but in a myriad of ways, beneath the details pertaining to how we identify ourselves, we all remain very much alike -a realization forcing me to acknowledge a deeper truth:
Underneath it all, I am no different than any other person, despite the horrendous acts either of us may commit. In the end, we are all the same because we are all connected and a part of each other. If someone cannot forgive me for my mistakes, I can forgive them for not forgiving me because I understand the human emotion they are possessed by in that moment -and I understand it is just that, a human emotion, a thought, a manifestation of the ego, and thus a possession masking the soul. We are all possessed by our egos. When we understand that, we understand it’s okay to not understand everyone and everything in life -and that, well that is the closest answer to the question “what is the meaning of life?” that I have stumbled upon. The meaning is to understand we can never fully understand. This is the simple truth of the intrinsic universal life.