The Miracle We Don't See
Many people are waiting for a miracle. A miracle that a loved one heals. A miracle that they keep their job. A miracle that life finally turns in their favor.
We were taught that miracles are rare. Something extraordinary. Something supernatural. Something reserved for a fortunate few.
And so, we wait. We hope that one day a miracle will arrive and change everything.
Yet what if the miracle has already arrived?
What if it has been here all along?
We have become so accustomed to the gift of being alive that we no longer recognize it. We wake up each morning and take for granted the very things that, if lost, we would call miraculous. The ability to see. To talk. To hear. To walk. To breathe. To taste. To touch. To feel. The ability to think, imagine, create, remember, and love.
Imagine losing your sight. Imagine never again seeing the face of someone you love. Never seeing a sunrise. Never seeing the ocean. Never seeing the stars scattered across the night sky. Then imagine that one morning you open your eyes and everything returns. Would you call it a miracle?
Most people would.
Yet the miracle was present every day before it was lost. The miracle was never absent. Only our awareness of it was.
The great Zen teaching says that the real miracle is not to walk on water. The real miracle is to walk upon the earth. To feel the sunrays on your skin. To drink water when you are thirsty. To hold a hand. To say, “I love you.” To be here at all.
Life is not a collection of miracles. Life itself is the miracle.
The beauty and the sorrow. The laughter and the tears. The certainty and the mystery. Every part of it belongs to the privilege of being alive.
Perhaps the reason we miss so many miracles is because we are looking for them somewhere else. We search the horizon while standing in the middle of one.
So today, before wishing for a different life, pause and notice the one you already have. Notice your breath. Notice your heartbeat. Notice the countless blessings that quietly surround you. Because perhaps the greatest illusion is believing that miracles are rare.
The miracle is not waiting somewhere in the future. It is beating within your chest. It is breathing through your lungs. It is seeing through your eyes. It is loving through your heart.
You are not merely witnessing the miracle. You are the miracle. And so is this moment. And so is this life.
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Author: Maurice "Mao" Correa
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