Hold your head up.
The world unfolds for you.
Own your rightful place.
The only way we can finally heal ourselves is by having the courage to get back up
and begin again.
Try again. Open yourself up for rejection again.
That’s how one fully gets over past hurts that have blocked one’s heart.
Healing isn’t dependent on someone else’s acceptance of you.
Healing is dependent on your decision to believe and hope again.
That’s the only way you’ll know your heart is back on fire.
Each person, each relationship, each interaction we have in our daily life is meant to help us become more fully ourselves – including, and most especially the ones that are not particularly in our liking.
Notice that when we encounter someone we feel even a slight annoyance to, that we automatically bring out a part of ourselves we don’t always embody. When we get triggered by an interaction/a person, doesn’t it feel like alarm bells are ringing, alerting us to a part of ourselves that need our attention?
It could be an aspect of ourselves that needs healing or unconditional acceptance – or it could be a part of ourselves that we need to bring out more often. We need these relationships as mirrors to show us what needs balancing within us.
Maybe if you had a more competent boss, maybe you wouldn’t even have discovered that you’ve got leadership qualities simply because there won’t be a need for them. Maybe if your parents were not that authoritative, maybe you wouldn’t have learned how to set healthy boundaries and stand up for yourself. Maybe if you never experienced being in a codependent relationship, maybe you wouldn’t have learned who you really are and how to truly love yourself.
We help each other become more authentic and more mature without even knowing it.
This triggers me so badly – when one chooses to be stuck over courageously moving forward. I believe life is too short to be complicated by our own indecisiveness – putting things off, refusing to confront the truth, refusing to take accountability for our decisions. I believe life is just too short to not commit, to not follow through, to not choose what we want at any given moment.
Just fucking choose. Don’t waste your life sitting on the fence.
There are no right or wrong choices when you are doing what feels right for you. And what feels right can sometimes feel scary, uncertain, lonely. But still nothing is more miserable than being stuck because you’re so fucking coward to make a choice for yourself (I told you it’s one of my pet peeves).
Just fucking choose and get it over with.
Life can get tough, but the Universe doesn’t leave us alone in our journey. The Universe understands that while we need to go through our own path to learn what we set out to learn and accomplish, we also need not forget who we really are.
In my life, I’ve always had those beings who remind of me of my natural tenderness – humans, animals, nature,. Tthey hold my hand, smile at me, persistently ask me to play and have fun, to sit and relax, to listen to my heart. Many times, I’ve learned to build up a shell around my heart as a way of protecting myself, and many times when the need for it subsides, these beings always do their work of breaking it up either piece-by-piece or in one blow.
It took a while for me to connect the dots and see the meaning in these relationships, and the presence of these beings in my life. Many times I’ve thought how undeserving I was of their love. But maybe, my human mind just can’t fathom the unconditionality of pure love. And maybe we are also part of this pure love even though it’s difficult to feel that way in our human form with all our complexities and struggles.
Nevertheless I am thankful beyond words can express. The Universe has always been unfailing in sending me all the help and love that I need.
Richness surrounds us, and can never contain itself
we just need to open ourselves fully
to participate in this spontaneous
yet orchestrated overflow.
*An ode to my feisty, tender feline friend, Cool-aid; who has melted my heart back to its normal state. She reminded me that we only really have what’s in our heart. The rest are illusory.
There’s no external force that is judging us and holding us accountable for our actions. Heaven or hell are not places we go to in the afterlife – they are two extreme states of being within ourselves, of relating with ourselves.
We can either feel attuned to who we really are or totally disconnected. We only either feel proud of how we live up according to our standards or feel disappointed by how we’re unable to be who we say we wanna be, who we say we are.
Imagine you find yourself lost in the middle of the desert, it won’t make sense to turn back, right? Most probably your best choice is to keep moving forward along the path you’re in until you find an oasis, and eventually your very own destination.
Where do I end and where do you begin? Where’s the line separating annihilation from rebirth? When should we stop mourning and start celebrating? When nothing ever really disappears, when everything that once were will always will be – should we just watch and wait, in what way should we participate and evaluate?