At the very moment I begin to think I have my answers about this life, everything shifts. I begin to understand that I understand nothing at all. I feel empty. Like a speck floating in the infinite vastness of the universe, searching yet again, for the meaning of this life. I find fragments of myself within everything and everyone. I seek an understanding that no one else can give to me but myself. To myself, I do not exist. Yet, I am here, an abstract concept. A fragment of a whole I am yet to entirely understand. No name can describe me, no trait, no place and no person. Nothing and no one can understand or conceptualize me other than me. I am who I am, nothing less and nothing more.
Who am I? If not who I am. Look at this cosmic dance, from a time before all time to a time that transcends time. We are simply vessels of the divine. There is so much beauty here. To be or not to be. To be light or to be darkness. Equal and opposite philosophies, both concepts of the same sovereign being. We are fragments of a fragment that in turn makes up the whole. Patterns replicated across this universe. There is eternally a fight to see if reality will be consumed. Is it our happiness to show up as good or embodying evil. Or are these just concepts and constructs of a fallible human mind. I understand that I understand nothing at all, except only myself and even that is a work in progress.
The human condition fascinates me. As a whole, we remain in constant loops. We dirty ourselves, just to be cleansed again. Repeating the same cycles age after age. I often wonder, why we fail to learn these lessons. Is it a failure or does this place attract souls that need the same form of self-reflection, the same lessons. The pattern remains true across all the narratives that play out here. We hand over our power to the external, to escape responsibility for our own internally perceived failings. We harm the helpers that come to aid in the learning of the lessons. I hold no judgment, because this is the amusing nature of humanity.
We beg to be saved, but the saving has to come from within. We begin by holding ourselves in our entirety, then holding the world in our embrace. Look at this beautiful dance between light and dark. The universe trying to find itself, the divine looking for meaning within its own fragments, just like we must look for meaning within ourselves. True reflections of source.