There was a time when I measured my worth by the man I had on my arm, by the money I had in the bank, by the kind of car I drove, the job I held, the place I lived, the clothes I wore out in the world. Then one day all these things were removed from me and I didn’t know who I was! The journey within to find myself was painful because I was resistant to the process and angry at the loss. It is similar to the clam in the shell that is irritated when it gets sand inside and as it attempts to rid itself of the sand, the process produces a precious pearl.
Today the path of pain has led me to an inner fulfillment that money cannot buy. The world didn’t give it to me and the world can’t take it away.