For awhile in my life, I was longing for something real. For life to feel real. To not feel the same mundane patterns and routines I knew. To see and know more than the same fake personalities of people around me.
I wasn’t sure if a day would come that I would find this in my life. I thought that this authenticity I was longing for only existed in the past.
I stopped longing so much, but I still do long for other times, for a new time.
Today in the car, almost reaching home, I really felt how even though on the surface for many of us, life is quite predictable and intertwined with this mundane system, our souls are living such an intense and colorful story.
I know people around the world, people who have fought and are fighting battles. People who have been raised in a world of hate and chose love.
People who have been beaten and battered and shown the horrors of what another person can do to a person, and still survived.
And each person has survived in their own unique way.
I know some people still fighting, and some who’ve reached a place of triumphant peace.
I’ve seen and see people in the depths of their darkness, in the toughest and longest of their battles.
What an honor to witness such things.
This is so real.
I’m so thankful for the souls I connect with.
For the people life shows me.
There is such a thread between me and these people. Only very few I feel it with, but it is such a thread, so strong it’s almost visible to the eye I swear.
Many of us are really living that hero’s journey we see in the movies and read about in the books. That’s why we identify so much with some characters and feel the stories to our core.
Now, not everyone who is fighting a battle is doing it hand in hand with their soul.
It’s the people who are facing reality, who are saying yes to their truth, who are fighting for their soul’s right to live free and happy and in bliss, those are the ones who are fighting the real war.
The war on consciousness.
The war of the human soul vs evil.
How triumphant we are.
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