SOMETHING

They are among us, those that hide behind the different ways that they have given us of differentiating those that cannot be divided, only fooled into thoughts of division. They are everywhere, smiling, making little comments, finding ways for us to allow them to implant in us what they carry inside, the disease of giving up on the light they used ... Read Moreto carry within. Help your brothers and sisters and do not allow yourself to believe that you have the power to see who deserves it and who does not. Those that do not deserve it they are not after our help, they are after our emotions, they want us to reach the point of helplessness because we are unable to help them. Real help is given in the form of being truthful and not changing the strands that make you into you, me into me, us into us, because it might offend someone, because it might make others not like us, you, me, in our constant desire to please those that are not meant to be pleased, we lose ourselves. We reach points in our lives where we are convinced there is something wrong with us, we seek those that are not after our well being to find cures for our disease of not belonging to the world of pretenders, where happiness is measured by the amount of things one has, and the amount of control one has over others, and the amount of people that like us or dislike us. You, me, us, we are not alone, most of us are scared to speak, afraid that we are going to come across a wall of turned backs and we will be exposed for someone that still cares, for someone that still feels, for someone that still has hope for the true mankind. We are dead in our fears, we are not living, we are only pretending that the unavoidable is not forever present ready to take us when we least expect it, while we are not following our hearts but instead listening to fears, fears and thoughts of fear that never belonged to us in the first place. In our fears we find others alike and form small groups, where we share our suffering, where we pretend, as if in we do not know that when our time comes, there will be nothing and no one there, but us and the ways we lived our lives, and everything, I mean everything at that crucial moment depends on the ways that we have spent the finite amount of time given to us, and I repeat our time is finite and not like most of us are fooled into thinking, infinite. This speck of nothingness at our last moments will be summed up in one instant either worthy or unworthy of passage forward, so stay true to your colored hearts, stay true to the knowledge that we are all running out of time, that we are all beings on the way to the end, but in this knowing of our impending end we have the chance to live life to its full potential. To enjoy every wrinkle, every step towards the inevitable, every sad, happy, hard, defining moment of our lives are all equally important in our journey back to the spirit, god, creator, words are not only stupid but also limiting because we end up arguing over what words to use for something that clearly cannot be reached by any word, and yet.... Words are all we have and they are not just a tool, but the only tool we have to use to find true knowledge hidden from us by our own self-loathing selves trying to hide the only thing worth fighting for because the work is too hard, the road is too long, maybe indefinite and the prize at the end something that we cannot measure right now, so it all seems pointless, yet there is a little part of us that can never be silenced all the way, the little nagging part that knows without thinking, that speaks without being voiced, that speck of our soul left there as if to torture the whole into submission, or is it there to point towards something bigger lurking in the shadows of our next choice, and the next, and the next, and the next, and the next, and so on, and so on until we reach our souls with open eyes, extended arms, our lost paradises, our gardens of Eden, our Atlantis’s we search in the corners of the world but not the corners of our existence. A poet once wrote" But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also."

Do not judge so that you can be content with your non-movement towards your soul.