I’ll preface this post by saying that I don’t have all the answers. I don’t believe that we ever can or will. Contrary to our perception, life is infinite.

After studying and wholeheartedly partaking in various religions and spiritual modalities, I have come to the conclusion that we don’t die. Not the way we think we do. Our bodies are borrowed suits, sort of like when you go scuba diving. You need a different suit to enter that world, we have a earthen suit to enter this world. Make sense, right?

The being that we are within is impersonal and impartial, here to experience being a human being in this specific body, as seen through these perceptions which were set based upon your culture, environment and upbringing. Hence giving you a one of a kind, only one in the world EXPERIENCE. This is why no one actually knows you and this is why you won’t always be understood. NO ONE can experience what you have experienced because it is solely yours!

Now I know with some of the awful stuff some of us have been through, it doesn’t make it feel like some kind of prize to be the only one that went through what you did. But it does give you a unique perception of the world as long as you don’t allow it to embitter you.

Let’s face it, we didn’t all come here to go to school, more school, land ‘the job,’ find a mate, get married, buy a house, and pump out some kids. Then retire when we’re too old, and tired to enjoy retirement… really? But we see people doing that every day believing it’s their life’s purpose to conform and go with the flow of the world systems. But you’re here, asking questions.

Questions are good! Questions keep that fire in your belly burning brightly. Questions keep the mind open and help prevent you from getting too attached to any one thing, person or place. Questions keep you in the flow of life, rather than turning into a concrete statue, formed into the shape of all the others who stopped asking questions.

So why are we here? Simply put? To be the most YOU– you can be. My answer isn’t a cop out, I promise. The catch 22 is the part where you lovingly pull off all the stuff that isn’t you to uncover the real you underneath.

Honestly, I didn’t realize how much of my personality was projections from my childhood. The ideals of those around me, their criticisms, and their perception of how far I should go in life. I lived a severely crumpled and small version of myself for a very long time, only reaching for the things that my low self-image thought she deserved. What a lie and what a cheap trick it is for the people who were responsible for loving and shaping their children, treating them like some kind of unhealed trauma dumping ground. But you know what, most adults are walking around living from their unresolved trauma and from their personal impairment. They’re living from their own wounds and treating others how they were treated.

I’ve released my anger and disgust for what happened and realized that it’s been an opportunity to teach myself how to love myself properly, along with others. I wasn’t going to allow a poor foundation in life to stop me from rebuilding my life. I wasn’t going to allow it to be my excuse to treat others poorly. But it takes a great deal of introspection and determination to change. Not to prove anything to anyone, but for yourself because you don’t want to settle for a less than life anymore.

So what’s the point then?
To be as much YOU, the real you as you can be no matter what it is that you are doing. Bring your inner weirdo because there are other weirdo’s who are just like you but you haven’t met them yet. There’s no judgment when you’re the real you. You can’t use yourself as a measuring stick because you’re unlike anyone else, just as others are unlike any other. If someone judges you, let it go, they simply don’t know who they are…

I know it gets said a lot in spiritual circles but we truly are One. The Being within us, is the same being that is within all. Each one of us is having a different experience, in a different suit, a different form, and through a different perception. This is what makes up our collective conscience, creating it’s variety. I personally find it fascinating to listen to people talk about what they’re passionate about and hear their stories.

Just think about it… there are places you’ve never been, corners of the world you’ve never seen, stories you’ve never heard, and people that you have never met.
You haven’t even lived your favorite day yet! You haven’t made your best memory yet. You haven’t met your favorite people. Or eaten your favorite dish yet! You haven’t had the best kiss or the best hug. You haven’t seen the most spectacular thunderstorm yet. You haven’t seen the prettiest snowfall either.

Picture it. Picture the places you want to go, the things you want to do— who you REALLY see yourself as! Who are you really? Screw what anyone says, you’ve only got one shot at it in this meat suit, so what’s it gonna be? No amount of security is worth toiling away while your dreams die ever so loudly in your heart. That’s a terrible weight to carry around with you.

Little by little come alive once more and be YOU. The real you.

Blessings xx