Many years ago, I visited a Buddhist temple in Amsterdam.
Upon entering, there was a bowl full of tiny, rolled up pieces of paper. Each visitor was encouraged to take one. They were messages for us to reflect and meditate on.
As I opened my mini scroll, I secretly hoped it said something that would make me feel really good about myself. I was feeling so lost then, and so unsure of the path ahead. I almost wanted it to give me permission to believe my life could get better. Little did I know then, that I was the creator of my life, and things would get better, but only from my own conscious choices.
I've carried this tiny meditation in my wallet ever since. It's interesting how it continually takes on new meaning for me as my view of life and the world evolves. It's also sometimes just the reminder I need to close my eyes and ask myself, Who am I?