Why is it so difficult to stop reacting to things immediately?
To give it a little time to be able to respond?
For it always backfires.
Do we really have to hold the reins so tight that we can’t afford to set even a moment free—to just be?
What makes us believe we are doing everything?
Why can’t we step out, step away, and observe?
Enslaved in lonely castles of egos, voluntarily.
Looking past and beyond this veil should be easy.
But why are we unable to do so?
Why feel the rumbling anger seething through a perpetual frown?
Why ignore the gurgling joy waiting to dance through our smile?
A bursting ray of happiness we look for incessantly—when it is right there, awaiting our choice.
What burden flogs us all the time?
The one we stare at.
The one we see.
The one we choose.
Accept the burden—its presence—and don the joy.
Who tells us we cannot do that?
To express love is scary.
To express hate—bold.
Expressing sadness underlines our importance.
Expressing joy undermines it.
Fight. Keep fighting.
Resisting. Understanding.
The magnetic lure of our unreal life.
Love generously.
Compassionately.
Empathically.
For the validation is in the very uniqueness of each heart—
Not in the judgmental superiority questioning the very existence of anything disagreeable with our beliefs.
Even though we constantly change them—
Ourselves—
In unrecognizable ways, sometimes.
For Truth only exists in the life of each moment.
2:11 PM
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