The truth is…
You are born and then you are on your way out. You show up naked and alone. Your Mother holds you as you scream and cry in the bright lights. The world is yours, and you are apart of the world.
Your tongue- sharp like a King’s sword. It flips and hums with your voice box, creating vibrations and magic throughout the air. You speak aloud, you look honest, you are honest.
One day, you are able to understand what someone tells you. You then begin to slowly learn the ways of the world.
You’ve been told so many things. You have adjusted to be apart of the earthling dream.
You ask, “who am I?” You begin discovering your senses, your ticks, your urges, your limits, your power… you find you.
In the mirror, you see you. You begin to question yourself who you are again. But this time, it’s different.
That person you thought you knew, was an accumulation of characteristics and thoughts that the human dream projected onto you.
“Who am I really?” you ask.
Your self exploration begins again. You spend every day trying to find the answers. Your ‘clean-up’ protocol mimics a computer. Reprogram, reboot, delete, backspace, defragment, repair…
The maps are rolled out. The windows are open. Rewiring takes place.
Your eyes reopen like they did when you first saw the bright lights in the world.
And this time, Mother Earth and Universe greets you with open arms and you hug spiritually like a tree.
Clarity takes focus.
“I finally see.”
You spend years trying to find more clarity and focus.
You want to uncover the mysteries. Some uncover. Some don’t.
You gravitate toward people who are like you. You finally find your people. Your tribe.
You learn how to be an even better person in every way. You count your blessings. You understand the real definition of love.
You become harder and stronger, yet soft and sensitive.
“It is what it is” you say. “Life really is short, and I know now what I need to live by.”