A friend of mine was asked what he wanted for his birthday. “Surprise me” was his response. Thinking about this I realized he’d done two things; he’d opened himself to the gracious offer of a gift, but had also relinquished his influence over getting what he wanted. I liked that.
I wonder if we aren’t a little too obsessed with ordering our lives and the world around us? Don’t you think the controller in us has gradually become the stifler of life’s surprises? I think so. It seems to me the art of “letting things be” is a lost one. Too often it’s been described as laziness or indifference, and no doubt it can become that, but there’s a wisdom here that needs to be grasped.
There’s something profoundly reverential and respectful about letting things be. It’s the art of being with things, whether that be people, events, or any other part of created reality, without the need to always want to change and control. It’s simply being with and allowing whatever it is, through its own essence, to teach, animate and nourish us.
I think life yearns to surprise us. All she calls for is the freedom and space to do it.