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.
How would we learn how to master them if we always keep ourselves at a certain distance?
Why would we even need to learn how to temper them if we haven’t been in any of their extremes?
If everything happens as expected, how can we learn to be unconditionally calm and balanced?
We don’t usually even need to stop them from consuming us. They usually come to pass on their own. While we’re internally forever changed, but better anchored on who we are.
Sometimes we let our need for labels limit how we live and experience love.
Shouldn’t it be enough that we are loved by each single creation in its/her/his own special way?
Let’s open ourselves to receive the kind of love we’re given. Give what we can in return as well.
Accept the love that is given to you, in whatever shape or form it appears. Temper your tendency to control it, to put a leash around it, to hang a name tag on it. Let it guide you in exploring yourself, in expanding your perspective on what is possible, on what is real.
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.
It depends on our commitment
to expand our capacity to feel
how the world unfolds.
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.
“We accept the love we think we deserve”, says the famous quote.
I say, “We shape the ones we love. We ochestrate how we are loved.”
I think this is more accurate. We are more powerful than we claim ourselves to be.
We only fail at the goals we set. We only get punished by the rules we create.
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.
When it feels like you’re in the wrong place, in the wrong direction, instead of turning around, sometimes, in fact, you just have to keep on moving forward.
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?