Life is like a guesthouse.
And when I realize that I am here temporarily,
That I am just a guest in this world,
My perspective on life and the way I interact with everything that comes my way is so different.
I,
The being of light,
The inner self,
The soul,
Came to this guesthouse and I checked in.
I checked into this world.
I checked into my body,
Which is like the room I will stay in.
And I checked into all the friends and family members that I will relate to whilst I'm here.
This is my mother.
This is my father.
These are my brothers and sisters.
These are my close friends.
As I checked into this guesthouse,
I very quickly started to get accustomed to the people around me,
The things around me,
And the circumstances in which I grew up.
But as I reflect in this meditation,
I realize that every guest is only here temporarily.
And one day,
I too will have to check out.
So between that moment of arrival and the moment of departure,
My stay in between is this life.
And I ask myself,
What kind of life do I want to live?
Can I leave this guesthouse after I check out?
How would I want to be remembered?
The secret to creating healthy and happy relationships,
To being here and yet not being possessive,
Not being attached,
Not having greed,
Is to constantly remember that I am a guest.
And I,
The soul,
Entered this world.
I came with nothing.
It was just I,
This sparkling point of consciousness that entered a tiny body and settled itself behind my eyes in the center of the forehead.
And it felt like I owned this body,
That the body was mine.
It felt like these are my people.
This is my house.
This is my country.
Suddenly I and my were two words that created a huge illusion.
Now through reflection and understanding,
I can see that I am nothing but pure consciousness,
The soul,
The living being.
Even this body is not me.
It is where I stay.
But I can't call it mine forever.
And everyone I have met,
People who belong to me or who feel I belong to them,
Will all be left behind when I check out.
So nothing is mine.
I have taken everything on loan.
Nothing has been entrusted to me to look after it.
So I am just a trustee for a limited amount of time.
And as I reflect on this,
I can feel myself detaching from everything in this world.
All my possessions,
All my relationships are there.
And I give them my best.
I give care,
I give love.
And I look after everything that has been entrusted to me.
And yet now I understand how nothing is mine.
I am the soul,
The guest,
Who has come to this guest house to enjoy my time on earth,
But never to forget that in that last moment,
I will return empty handed.
And all I will take with me are my good deeds,
My good memories,
And my good habits.
Let me just sit now in the consciousness of the guest and gently let go,
Let go of everything that I thought was mine.
Let me just sit now in the consciousness of the guest and gently let go,
Let go of everything
