You are my mirror, dear friend. You fears, you flaws, your genius & talents – I can also find them in myself. You see, I'm a speck from the Universe, yet I hold it all in my soul. I am infinite and everything. Love, hate, beauty, ugliness, special, bland.
When it's bright & sunny, you know you are a divine spark of eternity.
When it's dark & gloomy, deep down you know too, although it's scary to hold the torch of hope high above your head.
Our heart always knows our connection to the Source, to our Self. You do not have to search very far. In fact, the quieter you are, and the more still you stay, the faster peace + joy will flood in. Each & every one of your cells will illuminate, your spirit will soar & your feeling will confirm what you've always known:
I'm confused often, at least I think so. Maybe that's just normal – who knows?! I reckon I'm confused about 50% of the time, meaning that I don't have a clear knowing of the path ahead of me. It sounds crazy, I'm sorry. I guess it's just tough to make sense of it, you know?
Anyway, so I'm often in the dark & I think that's exactly how it should be. I'm 100% right by being unclear about half the time because this way, I make space for others to help me + share their gifts with me. I'm learning to be vulnerable.
We sometimes inadvertently keep our dreams at arms-length distance because.. they're intangible, ungraspable dreams. We say they're dreams because we've told ourselves that we can't figure out how to make them our reality. How convenient, right?
It's not out of malice, but mostly out of fear. We would actually risk our wide-open heart, our vulnerability, if we went after a dream we idealize & cherish. Ouch!
So we keep ourselves stuck & it makes us miserable – until we consider this question:
Meltdowns are pretty much inevitable in life. If you know desire, you're bound to know failure + shortcomings. And meltdowns are a part of it. We break, we give up, we crack open. It feels horrible when we're in the midst of it. Thoughts we barely recognize our own crowd up our mind. Depression can take hold of us.
So instead of trying to hold ourselves together, despite the destructive forces taking us down, why not let it take us down? Why not cry compassionately? Why not be sensitive + fragile? Why not feel our sorrow?