I love the question,
What's really going on here?
What is this life,
Really?
What is this relationship drama,
Really?
What is this pain,
Really?
What is this enthusiasm?
What is this everything that we seem to experience?
You know,
In a simple way,
It's like asking the question,
What is this love that I feel for another human being?
Do you recognize the element that really doesn't know the answer to that?
You recognize it's there,
That it's happening,
It's something,
And we might have a word to call it,
But we really don't know what it is,
Which is part of the beauty that we have as humans to tell stories about it,
Which is the same as painting a picture,
Which is the same as creation itself.
There is what is,
And then there is to dance with it,
To tell a story,
To paint a picture,
To create,
To turn it into something.
And of course,
Naturally,
We can turn it into something that seemingly destroys us,
Or turning into something that seemingly saves us.
We can say,
What is this,
From a place of disgust that has already decided that it's out to get you,
Or we can say,
What is this,
With a playful curiosity that looks at all the different ways I can see this?
What is it trying to show me?
What's the message here?
Isn't that fascinating?
Like you are the source of all that which is open,
Or all that which is closed.
From within you is the thing that's giving life to everything,
And it's so persistent,
It's so constant,
It's so ever-present,
That it's the easiest thing to forget.
Just like the fish forgets about water.