Arrival.
What will it take for you to finally get into your numb little skull that you're already there?
Yes,
Right there.
The exact spot in which you are currently standing is the place for which you were intended.
But I'm not rich yet or famous or skinny or successful I hear you say.
I haven't bought a house,
Got married,
Had children,
Owned a cockatiel,
Bought a campervan,
Eloped to outer Mongolia.
I'm not as clever or as funny or artistic,
Inspiring,
Confident as insert a friend's name here.
For goodness sake,
Maybe you will be one day and maybe you won't ever be.
And your hypotheses and comparisons are all beside the point quite frankly.
For the point is that right now is your destiny.
The precise moment in which you gaze your forgivably cynical eyes upon this text is your moment.
Do you feel the spring breeze skipping across your sacred cheeks?
Do you hear the birds wolf whistling at your beautifully imperfect human soul?
Can you feel the invigorating whoosh of your heart's falls as you surge beyond the most ruthless of rocks?
The charging forth of your undeniable vulnerable magnificence.
You are loved,
Do you know that?
Loved,
Needed,
Held,
Desired and cherished.
Much more than you may ever even realise.
Unless of course you choose to pause just for a millisecond and catch your glory in the cool mirroring of the river's reflection.
One miraculously sunny afternoon and let yourself be clearly seen.
Yes,
There you are.
Thank you for finally showing up.
