92. injustice

I never thought I would be really saying this, feeling this, but life is full of surprises. I do owe my gratitude to all the injustice that is out there in the world that I have witnessed and have been aware of and I owe special gratitude to injustice, that I in time perceived as such, toward myself. I owe my gratitude to those who committed this injustice and to one whose hand placed me in such circumstances.

This is not to say injustice in itself is a good thing, nor any sorrows and difficulties we are presented in life, particularly when we experience them. At that time this insight is often very difficult and very far away. So, this is also not to say that I will stay aware of this gratitude and will not forget it at times to come or that all my perception of injustice or hurt is about to vanish to be replaced forever with such noble thoughts.

But I am to hope however, that with every new injustice there will also be, if but a tiny less dash of heaviness of it and a movement toward this insight of lightness, movement toward insight of gratitude, of purpose, of grace, of beauty in having witnessed the darkness so I could choose what I wish to be, so I could learn, not only to have heard the knowledge but so that I had that knowledge experienced, gratitude and forgivness experienced, till it becomes one with my being and becomes the wisdom.