Yet here is what I can do; I can remind them that they are magic to every life they touch. This is a shout of love into the void of pain, reminding you, my beloved friend, that to feel alone is but an illusion. You will never stand alone, you always have me. I will be your fortitude, your crutch and your cheerleader whenever the need arises. I cannot solve your problems, but I will ensure that you do not face them alone.
‘You are meaner than your demons, colder than your pain and braver than your last thought.’
If we accept that fact, that We Are All One, as true then another intrinsic truth arises that we cannot ignore. If we were to live as though no one, even those who wrong us in the worst ways, were a part of how soul in need of love rather than condemnation, then we would never lack. There would be Enough.
I understand something I didn’t as a teenager. We can be on anti-depressants or in therapy and still experience moments so sharply brilliant that we laugh until our chests hurt. We can fret over living with our parents until our thirties and still receive a hug from a friend that is filled with such love that life is, momentarily, fixed and whole once more.
As a child, I was always one to feel guilt quickly and regret often. My mother uttered; 'Just let it go, Jen' more times than I can remember. Now, with a somewhat genetic complex for guilt and anxiety, I have noticed the toll that 'cancel culture' and social media is having on my own mind.
On that day, a day when a fluid definition of success flows through our veins, I know that we will cheer louder for each other than anyone else because truly, we'll have earned it, deserving a time where our creativity knows no bounds.
My journey of acceptance and relationship with my body has been, like so many, a very hilly ride where the depths have sunken to lows I can barely think of and the highs have offered breathtaking views of glory of Self.
Welcome to 2019 - year of new possibilities and opportunities which we had in 2018 also! Perhaps now it's time for me to stop looking at the tick of a clock to take my heed, and start taking life into my own hands? Let's see how 2019 unfolds. The Achievement Addiction Do you have life … Continue reading The Achievement Addiction
Was that condemnation of a stranger's littering only an opportunity to remind ourselves of just how good and moral we are, by way of rid ourselves of responsibility over it?
Attention is the gas in our cars, the blood in our bones. Our survival depends on it as much as we do on air. We scream it from the rooftops. We seek it, relish it, avoid it, curse it, crave it. All in the same day, sometimes in the same hour.