experiences

Everything is progress. Progress equals happiness.

What if this is true? Does it ring true to you? 

If everything happens for a reason, if there's a meaning to every event, then everything is progress. What if we are here to grow and learn and all experiences help us do just that, then we're always progressing in our development. 

Advancement in our soul is what we're here for, that's what makes our soul happy, advancement is progress. Therefore progress equals happiness. 

What do you think? 

I don't know that this is true, but I like to believe it is. We will never know anything for certain as long as we are here, that's one of the perks or pitfalls of life, so, we might as well decide what we want to believe. 

I believe we all have an ego mind that plays a lot of tricks on us. I believe we have a soul that is so much wiser. Sometimes we mix them up. That's okay. We're all human. It's all progress. Progress equals happiness. 

With all my love,

Helena 

Did I live? Did I love? Did I matter?

Brendon Burchard asks these questions to himself every night and I think they are really powerful. They came to him in a near death experience, and even though it's sad that that's what it takes to finally get it, we can be wise enough to learn from others experiences. 

First off, though, I think it's important to define what the words mean to you, personally. When do you feel most alive? What ingredients does a life well lived have to you? 

How do you define love? When do you experience love? You know, love isn't anything anyone else can give us, it's an emotions that is evoked in us by different experiences or people. What evokes the feeling of love in you? In what circumstances and with whom? 

What does contribution look like to you? When do you feel like you matter? What days feel really meaningful to you? 

I know these are some really big questions, but you know me, that's where I dwell. So, give yourself some space to reflect on what this means to you and ask yourself: Did I live? Did I love? Did I matter? 

With all my love,

Helena