I am in love.
With something? Someone? An idea?
I can’t quite put a finger on it.
All I know is that somewhere out there there is something that I deeply yearn for.
And don’t go telling me the “love yourself,” blah, blah, blah, story. I’ve loved myself for an eternity and have come to realize that my love is even greater when I share it.
Where are you? What are you? What is it?
THE DESTINATION IS THE JOURNEY
This is my life – here, now; sitting and writing this message.
This is my life – here, now; rushing to catch the 2:25 train.
This is my life – here, now; walking up the narrow stairs of my workplace.
This is my life – here, now; brushing my teeth while staring at my image in the mirror.
This is my life – here, now; watching the people go by as the cars ride busily on the cramped New York City streets.
This is my life – here, now; crunching a carrot dipped in creamy, supremely spicy hummus.
This is my life – here, now; listening to my favorite jams while completing an intense cardio workout.
This is my life – here, now; crossed legged, sipping on a cool drink as tender winds play with my senses.
There is no place to run to that is outside the now. This is your life – here, now. Whatever you are doing here and now – that is the entirety of your life. Life is now. The next moment is no guarantee. The future is not yet come and once it does it will be in the now. The past occurred in the now. All there is is now. All your life is now.
You have already arrived. Don’t frazzle yourself as you race to some end – because this is IT.
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Have your cake and eat it too.
There’s a time for everything.
It’s okay to splurge sometimes.
Compensate.
Let each moment speak for itself.
You are renewed in each moment.
Every second offers you a chance to start on what you missed out on previously.
Appreciate what you’ve done so far.
Forgive your shortcomings.
Make the proper adjustments where necessary.
If all else fails just breath.
Go back to the basics and recreate from there.
Stop being so hard on yourself because of all the minor details. Profited is s/he who acknowledges what needs improving from a place of love rather than scorn.
Namaste.
“Realize deeply that present moment is all you ever have.” -Eckhart Tolle
I don’t want to get There only to miss the entire life I’ve neglected by being blindly consumed with the end rather than fully and profoundly immersed in the Moment.
I want to be wildly in love with the Moment.
My love will be so alive that I will be able to taste sounds and smell colors. I want every atom that composes my existence to connect with every atom that composes the rest of existence. Pure ecstasy. No fear. No shame. No foul, no harm. Just us. Absolute joy. Innocence. Truth.
It’s as if parts of me are being violently ripped apart to make room for new flesh to grow. The old operating system doesn’t seem to be working anymore. I need an upgrade, but because I haven’t expanded enough I can’t seem to find the fitting program to help me glide into my new self.
It’s that awkward in between stage – where you’re not quite who you were and haven’t yet become who you’re meant to be.
Why must I apologize for the way I feel? For the way I think? I am not a murderer or a thief. I just want to kiss mouths and travel the world. I just want to have my own opinions and say “I prefer red” when the flamboyant waiter says “we have a large selection of white wines.”
I am a dreamer and I adore my fantasies. I am awake because I must be.
Let’s ride this unicorn and have wild hair. Let’s breath underwater and dubstep on crashing waves.
Will you meet me in my dreams? Where we can be anything and do everything unapologetically. This linear world is getting old.
Don’t be afraid to be you, my child.
Don’t be scared of failing. You just try again, that’s all. It’s just practice.
Don’t be afraid to speak your mind, my little angel. Your opinions matter too. Don’t worry if some others don’t like your style in music, or your hair, or your moods – find those who do – be with them.
Don’t be consumed if some don’t like you – you’re not here to please them. There’s a war in them – it’s not about you. Keep on smiling that beautiful smile irrespective of those who hold hate in their hearts. Smile for you.
It’s okay to be confused, my darling. Life doesn’t come with a map – and even if it did who’s to say you’d want to follow it. Take your time. Be easy on yourself. Forgive yourself. It’s okay not to have all the answers.
If you feel lonely, my sweetheart, know that it comes and goes. Sometimes we get lonely in this big ol’ world. It’s only temporary. Have faith it’ll pass. Give yourself a big hug and know that you still have yourself with you.
Go on now. Go on and be you. No apologies. No reservations.
I stand at the top of the mountain looking forward to see the great expanse that lies in front of me. I stretch my arms out to embrace the air that gingerly dances around my body and plays tag with my skin – I am it. The temperature is perfect – not too hot, not too cold. I close my eyes and breathe you in. All of you. My heart pulses to the fire sweet rhythm of my soul.
I am still in love with you.
Your invisible presence never leaves, even when I am red hot coal. Even as I burst like a firecracker in early July.
My instinct is to fall blindly into your arms. To swirl like the galaxies and flow eternally like a petal lost in the winds.
She throws a gentle smile to herself in the foggy mirror hoping she finally smiles back in satisfaction of her likeness. Blatant traces of her mother’s tired image stares back at her like a frightened owl in the dark of night.
There are days where she’s proud to be her mother’s daughter; a woman whose cracked and callous ridden hands are a trophy of the arduous labor that long sustained her broken family. And then there are days where she wishes she was born to a Wordsworth or a Wellington – you know, someone with power and prestige.
She dreams of one day getting away — finally being free. Free of the uncomfortable, sardine sized cages of her mind. Free of the relentless poverty that entraps her aging body and stifles her effervescent spirit.
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