Every lesson finds us in its own way. We can run. We can hide. But soon it all catches up. I have spent my life an observer. Unwilling to be a participant in a reality that I know is not real. I avoided my lessons. Now they hold up a mirror to my soul in the most painful ways. All I know is that I know nothing at all. Yet in a moment, everything consumes me. The past, present and future all collide into one, and happen in a single momentary blip. And before you know it, life is gone. Love is the language of the universe; it buzzes within me in waves and torrents. Despite my better judgment, the humanity within me pushes through and opens itself up for consumption.
How lucky we are to feel. How lucky we are to be here. In this moment. Life is so so beautiful. I am so grateful to be here. A bridge between the ones that came before me and those that will come after me. Always remember, to be brave enough to face your lessons and fortify your soul. Everything happens as it should. There is only the great pattern being weaved. We stand here at the beginning and the end and see ourselves as one. Such a grand existence. A symbol of all that is and all that could possibly be. Look at life, how it moves, an endless reflection of our bountiful souls. Everything is love.
Each choice a compounding effect of all other choices. Realities folding and unfolding upon themselves. We can only govern how we feel and how we show up in the world. Live in fearlessness, because fear only exists to unearth the bravery within us. So that we may partake in the desires of our soul within this reality. Fear must not consume us, like everything, it is just a mirror. Then again this is all easy to say. So, grace must be given to all, we must give it to ourselves as well.
Every moment happens exactly as it should. We choose this path that we live in. We already know what must be, all we have to do is show up for it without fear of contradiction, without contradicting ourselves. Within everything, there exists an aspect of me. Do you feel alive? Can you feel the breath of the earth, the deep sighs that she takes that manifest as the wind, how she holds us within herself in loving blindness, how she goes through her seasons gracefully, trusting in the universal plan. Everything that is, must be. All things exist in this moment. We just have to let the soul roam free and fulfil its destiny. Let the lovers love and the compass within the soul damn us all, for in that damnation, we find truth, or at the very least, our version of it.