In a thousand different ways, we are meant every day to begin to realize that it’s so easy to just run on automatic. Everything just goes on, doesn’t it? It just goes on. Sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s bad. But it just goes on. We are meant to understand that as long as we live from a life that just goes on, no difference is taking place in our life or in the world we’re in. We’re just part of a great machine, churning itself over and over again. Repetition, reincarnation, recurrence is all that’s happening.
It’s the clarity of this understanding that produces the need and the willingness an individual must have to make a difference. And it can be in the smallest way – as when you’re polite to somebody at the cost of yourself, meaning that you catch the impolite person in yourself and don’t give it a voice. To make a difference means that you are being different in the moment so that nobody knows what you’re doing, what you had to give up. That’s the beauty of it. Those you have interacted with won’t even know anything happened. They won’t know that you suffered yourself and allowed something new to happen.