12-14-15

What are the odds?
What are the chances?
What are the statistical probabilities?
Why?

Turns out, it doesn’t matter.

No matter what happens. No matter how horrible or wonderful it may seem at the time. No matter how slim the odds, no matter how high the stakes. Sometimes things just happen. For no other reason then: they happen. And that’s okay.

Yes, everything happens for a reason. But more often than not, that reason has nothing to do with you or that reason may not benefit you at all, ever. And that’s okay.

You may never truly know the reason for anything. And that’s okay.
You may perceive and apply reasons to anything. And that’s okay too.

We like to believe everything happens for a reason, a greater purpose that somehow includes or involves us as individuals. And that is a perfectly acceptable reality.

Others believe (whether they’d “like” to is up for debate) that everything (or nothing, double-sided perspective) happens, without reason and with no direct connection or correlation to anyone. Another perfectly acceptable reality.

The odds may be slim, but maybe the universe isn’t trying to tell you anything. Maybe the universe isn’t trying to torture you. Maybe it just happened.  (Repeatedly… for giggles perhaps)

Maybe the universe is testing you. And maybe, just maybe, you’re ready to finally pass and move on to the next subject. 

Who knows really? We all like to think we do, but ultimately “All I know is, I know nothing.”

ENOUGH!

Enough. Enough. Enough.
Why?!
Enough violence.
Enough bigotry.
Enough division.
Enough confusion.
Enough fear.

For all the good surrounding us,
Stop hiding. Please come out and shine bright,
So that this darkness can fade and forever be banished away.

Be good.
Be kind.

How long must we wait? Divided, conquered, mistrusting.

I understand as best I can. I understand how and why so many think and believe and act in opposition to--
LOVE!

But, please. Open your hearts, however broken and battered.
Open your minds, however clouded and steadfast.
Open yourself to something greater than hatred.
Live in love.

Live to love yourself. Live to love one another—regardless of the meaningless lines (social constructs) our society has misguidedly placed upon us all. 

Stop history from repeating. Start a new way.
Stop accepting separation, for any reason. Start a worldwide union.

Enough labels. Enough lies. Erase them from your hearts and minds, and society will follow.
We are ONE people.
We are ONE human race.
We are ONE species.

Please work together. Please do not harbor feelings of animosity towards anyone, regardless of their transgressions—grave or slight. Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Respect one another.

I can only hope, despite all of this sadness and horror that has run rampant since the beginning of humanity, I can only hope—and try to live in such a manner that is befitting to our evolution from simple, crude animals into critical, moral, and spiritual beings.

Today, my tear-ducts are clogged from the sheer multitude of waves of grief for our shortcomings… one after another, utterly ridiculous and unnecessary.

We must keep trying.
We must keep moving forward as a people.
We must keep living in love.

Look for the light amongst the darkness; for however difficult, it surrounds us and is ultimately within us.

Look for it, find it, hold on to it; if you look for it and cannot find it, create it and share it with the world.

Within Myself

I am capable of more than something, but I feel lazy and unimportant, of little consequence
      but that feeling is unhealthy and untrue
      but before I can achieve more than something I must first rid myself of the toxic waste of untrue feelings rooted in the evil that surrounds us

I must cleanse my own body, heart, mind, and soul before I can actively and effectively achieve more than something
That something, that more than something, is cleansing the world of hatred and indifference.
       But how can I possibly strive to save any portion of the world, if a part of me hates any portion of myself?
       How can I strive to make a difference, if indifference finds a complacent home within any portion of myself?

"The unexamined life is not worth living"

It begins and ends within me.

I cannot radiate hope and life and acceptance, if within I fear and wish for death and deny myself.
And even if I never properly strive or achieve that something more; so long as I spend my time properly striving to know myself and to loving and accepting myself, then have I not achieved at least some ounce of success in my lifetime?

Have I not already achieved success in my mere, unique existence? I have traveled light years to make my way here to earth.
I have already transformed from one intense and awe-inspiring being into the next, and even after my human being comes to an end, I will continue to transform into yet another being--one with this earth.

From atoms of hydrogen to helium, into carbon, into nitrogen, etc.
At this stage, human beings can only see what stage comes just after. We are not capable of seeing much further in either direction, but we can imagine the countless stages invisible to our human eyes and minds.

"Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we're living right now" -Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist)

Be present. Live not in your future nor your past.
Things change constantly from elements around them, but they are inevitably the same as they have always been.

Feeling Being

I am brittle - I am strong with the ability to break but then heal even stronger

I am a feeling creature.
I feel so much more than the average human being, I feel deeply and truly
I feel much more than most others could take

I am a vessel containing limitless possibilities
      and endless opportunities for experience

Yes, the dark feelings are heavy and dampening
      but the light feelings are powerful and uplifting.
Neither set lasts forever or even for very long
      but both are real and genuine and a result of being open to both pain and joy
Intense and divine pain and joy
      Pain that seems to destroy and kill, and
      Joy that seems to renew and revitalize.
One cannot exist without the other.

Today, I am grateful for the being I am.
Today, I have acceptance for the blessings of both extremes.

I am a raging storm. I am powerful beyond belief.
Society has inculcated me to believe my feelings are irrational and crippling.
My feeling, my being is astounding and meant to be cherished and honored.

It is a privilege, a divine privilege, to feel as much and as often and as deep as I do.
It is a tool, a right, to be who I am.
I am not a mess.
I am not a mess.
I am not a mess.
I am magnificent. I am stardust. I am boundless. I am capable of feeling not only for myself, but for multitudes of beings.
I am capable of fighting for the weak.
I am capable of speaking for the silent.
I am capable of great things, of which my human being is terrified.
      My human being is terrified of my feeling being's potential to unleash upon itself
      and the world monumental change.
Maybe the power of words will act as my steadfast effectation, maybe the decision to live for myself and the betterment of all, however seemingly small the act/choices, will be more than anyone can hope for.

It feels like it is not enough, but something is indeed better than nothing.

Shadows

Shadows
      the sun reveals
      the clouds conceal

Looking at these magical shadows
      a mirage, a mind trick, do my eyes deceive me?
      Like a spell, they appear almost as sure as the concrete they lie upon
      Then they disappear after dancing with the wind, they disappear as though they 
      were never really there
      So sudden, not even in the blink of an eye

They're there and then they're not.