Whatever you carry with you,
Right here now,
It's okay.
However long it's been here,
It's okay too.
And for all the things that you've tried that haven't worked,
I understand,
I hear you.
And for the exhaustion of trying,
Trying to get better,
I see you.
And for the avalanche of grief,
For the self you so desperately wanted to be,
I know.
And for all the missed opportunities,
The fear of failure,
The fear of success,
And the fear,
It's okay.
In a world you don't understand anymore,
Where ten thousand voices all speak at once,
About nothing of the soul,
Where bright lights call the moths and the butterflies and burn their delicate wings,
You watch them tumble to the ground,
With sorrow,
With guilt,
But also some comfort that it wasn't you.
And in a world that doesn't make sense right now,
Where power and greed,
Deception,
War and division dominate over kindness and goodness,
I feel it too.
So what now?
To keep going,
Trying to heal,
Control everything,
Or shrinking your world to its smallest incarnation?
Or turn your gaze outwards,
Not towards healing and fixing and striving,
Focusing on the problem,
But actually to what's really here,
What's here and your inner world and the outer world right here,
Right now,
With curiosity,
Like waking from a dream,
Diving in,
Looking up to the sky,
And doing this for hours until you understand who you are.
Everything and nothing,
Conscious,
Connected and alive.
And my friend,
For only these few moments,
I invite you to make peace with all that is here and all that is not here.
To allow yourself to melt,
To drop,
To surrender,
To return to the state of not knowing.
And through this,
There is comfort,
As you rejoin the mystery,
The wonder and the magic of this adventure that we call life.