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
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
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
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?
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.
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.
Money, followers, and celebrity.
The new American dream.
How many followers do you need to be content?
How many Tesla’s will bring long-lasting joy?
Once I get 100K followers and I’ll be content.
Ten million dollars a year would be perfect.
20 million.
50 million.
Naw 100 billion.
You’re hooked.
Addicted to more.
Never satisfied.
How will you ever be free?
No amount of money.
Materials or followers.
Will bring endless happiness.
Define enough.
And you’ll find that you already have plenty of it.
A black hole appears.
Gravity stronger than a billion suns.
Pulling me slowly into its endless abyss.
Will I be sucked into the darkness?
My mission.
My purpose.
My vision.
Is to alleviate suffering in this world.
Will I fulfill this life’s mission?
The black hole of distraction.
It’s gravity stronger than a billion stars.
Addicted to scrolling.
Scrolling through the darkness of social media.
There are no passions found in the black hole.
Only distraction.
No purpose or meaning.
Countless missions left incomplete.
Social media & distractions are not all meaningless blackholes. But we must be careful that we do not get sucked into their gravitational pull. Set boundaries. Know the signs of addiction. Use mindfully.
Unexpected storms.
Unbearable winds.
Unavoidable destruction.
Your ship is broken.
Years of neglect.
Storms breaking it piece by piece.
Abandon your ship.
Let go and go into the great unknown.
Dive deep into the darkness of the sea.
The water is coldest at the bottom.
Unbearable pressure.
Suffocating pain.
Keep going.
As the storm passes, you will see a light.
Follow it.
Do not get accustomed to the darkness.
Do not wish for your old ship to rise from the depths.
Through the pain, we can grow.
Through the suffering, we can heal.
As you reach the surface you smile.
New life has been given.
Gratitude shining from the sun.
As you wash ashore.
You’re full of joy.
Curious about this new island.
Excited about new adventures.
New beginnings have been given.
New experiences to enjoy.
Fighting for peace.
Shaming for love.
Anger spilling into the streets.
Not an ounce of compassion.
How will they ever know peace if all we show them is violence?
We must show them another way.
The way of peace.
Our life is our message.
The message of peace.
The message of love.
The message of compassion.
Go to the streets.
Go to them in peace.
With love.
With compassion.
Anger can’t stomp out anger.
Only love can.
Violence won’t stop violence.
Only peace can.
Apathy won’t end apathy.
Only compassion can.
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