Another piece of me died the other day. I realized that many of the “spiritual” things I have chosen to believe existed have never really been proven. Not by science, but more importantly, not even by myself. Psychic abilities, spirit guides, reincarnation, extraterrestrial communication, soul contracts, multi-dimensional realities, etc, etc – I spent my entire life believing in these things and defending them to others without ever really having any of my own proof or personal experience.
Ever since I was a kid this world was never enough for me. Always needing more, always searching for more. And now, TROLOLOL, the joke was on me because apparently my real life mission was to accept that this is all there is and to find the beauty and magic in it. It took me half my life to discover my real mission, and I suppose the rest of my life to implement it. Who knows, maybe once I surrender to what already is and find my peace with it, the other things I’ve been searching for will just open themselves naturally to me. Or maybe it wont even matter anymore whether or not they are true.
“I’m convinced that I come from a place where there is no concept of ‘earning a living’. All beings just exist and ‘be’ in peace. Earth is the only planet where we have to ‘pay’ to survive. I have a hard time fitting in.
People say ‘do what you like’, I like to just be and not do.”
– Neha Sinha
More interesting than ordering Chinese take-out and watching Netflix in my pajamas? I’m intrigued…
This melody kind of just came out while I was meditating so i decided to record it.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
“If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal.”
– Paulo Coelho
I don’t know why they call it ‘common sense.’ It doesn’t seem to be common at all.
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
– Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
#WhenIWasYourAge we didn’t have copy/paste…we had to write things TWICE.
SONGBIRD: (Urban Dictionary)
“Anyone who consciously looks for the best in all people, places, and things; who has acknowledged and released the pains of their soul. And who energetically helps all others release the pain of their souls so that the Healing of The Planet Will Occur. SONGBIRDS LOVE EVERYONE. as I LOVE YOU.”
“I was looking out of the window in New York and everybody was rushing around, almost running. Everybody seemed to be in a state of intense nervous tension, anxiety. It’s suffering, really, but it’s not recognized as suffering. And I thought, where are they all running to? And of course, they are all running to the future. They are needing to get somewhere, which is not here. It is a point in time: not now—then. They are running to a then. They are suffering, but they don’t even know it.”
“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.” – Camille Pissarro
Whoever invented ‘one size fits all’ clothing really needs to eat a cookie or something.
“You can’t say Merry Christmas because that offends people who aren’t Christian. You can’t say Happy Hanukkah because that offends people who aren’t Jewish. You can’t say Happy Holidays because that offends people who aren’t happy.”
– JP Sears
Meditation: Because some answers can only be found on the Inner net.