For me, the truest, most vivid, and memorable growth comes after great difficulty and is usually accompanied by some level of pain. The indelible scar or mark left after the challenge in life that redirects our course in understanding and action, may eventually heal but forever remain as the testimony of that significant event. Not unlike the old arthritic knee, the twinges and reminders of past life events may not be bothersome each day but prevent us from returning to our former uninhibited (and occasionally misguided) selves, by flaring up in an unexpected moment lest we forget our past lessons and outcomes.
But rather than see life as the inevitable torture chamber of growth we could turn the vice-like vision, the squeezing out of life blood, as the God of Nectar extracting the best and sweetest essence that lives within our selves. We are here to savor, taste and imbibe in the drops of sweetness, joy, and love that are extracted from the fruits of our experience and become aware of their value from how they were obtained. In this knowing, the intoxication from the nectar of life seems to last longer and taste sweeter as my time goes by.
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