When we are lost
When we hit the lowest of lows
There is always light
Light within us
Surrounding us at every moment
Let the wind dry your tears
For every storm will pass
The sun will rise once more
Bringing light into the darkness
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Burn it to the Ground.
Lighter fluid & matches
Ashes flutter in the darkness of the night
My fancy clothes, trinkets, and stuff melting into the nothingness of my once cluttered home
A weight has been lifted
Holding me back from living the life I was born to live
Freedom
Freedom from fear
Freedom from stuff
Freedom from career aspirations
Freedom from obsessing about status, money, and power.
“What designer sofa defines me as a human being?”
“The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.”
“It’s only when we lost everything, that we are free to do anything.”
-Fight Club
Which Path Will I Take?
There are many forks in the road.
Left or right?
Indecision paralyzes me.
Fear fills my mind.
My mind racing in circles.
Anxiety filling each moment.
Who knows where each path will go?
Maybe I could let go of this fear.
And pick up love.
Embrace the adventure that life truly is.
Curiosity can fill the space where anxiety once was.
All will work out on the path unknown.
Understanding.
When we seek to understand
Compassion grows
Where there is compassion
Love begins
Where there is love
Peace is possible
Where there is peace
Joy is found
At this beautiful moment
Transformation can occur
All Will End.
All will end
All will be okay
The sun will rise
The sun will set
Suffering will come
Suffering will go
Joy comes
Joy goes
Relationships come
Then end
For life is short
Yet infinite
Endings
Brings new beginnings
Death brings life
Life brings death
My life too will end
Bringing new life
All will end
All will be okay
My Purpose.
I woke up today
With a clear purpose
To show compassion to all beings
To help others suffer less
To bring joy to others
How will I live my purpose?
By practicing compassion
Love & peace
To shed light into the darkness
To live out my message
Holiness
Billions of humans
All which are holy
No matter
How lost
Broken
Confused
Hurt
Blinded by anger
Suffocated in fear
I vow to see the holiness in all
But first
I must treat myself
As a holy man
No matter how lost
Or broken I am.
When I’m Gone.
When I’m gone
I’ll become a flower
When I leave
I’ll become a mighty oak tree
Matter
Is infinite
Never created
Never destroyed
So can we truly die?
Or can we only transform?
Self-Worth.
Views, likes, and followers
The new currency of self-worth.
How many followers does a person need to feel important?
How many likes do you need until you feel complete?
How many views till you’re content with your life?
Will you ever be satisfied?
Let go of the constant need for outside validation.
Let go of the obsession with likes, followers, and views.
Embrace your mission.
Embrace your purpose.
Your life is much more important the number of followers you have.
Quality over quantity.
Waves.
A wave breaks at the shore.
Never to be seen again.
One wave allows room for the next.
It accepts its impermanence.
It allows for its transformation.
The wave is both impermanent & infinite.
Each drop of water is interconnected.
Within the vastness of the ocean.
So are you.
The Narrow Path 