Become Nothing
Stumbled across this poem by the 13th Century Sufi poet Rumi and instantly fell in love:
Knock,
And He’ll open the door.
Vanish,
And He’ll make you shine like the sun.
Fall,
And He’ll raise you to the heavens.
Become nothing,
And He’ll turn you into everything!
In this country, sometimes happiness feels like it’s defined by what you have: the car you drive, the house you live in, how much money you make, and the clothes you wear. With my move to Austin, I gave up a lot of that to pursue a lifestyle and a career that brings me happiness instead of glory. It was rough at first–it still is–but I feel like my potential for happiness and a different kind of success is endless.
