The important things in life can't be bought: we weren't born to need "experts" to tell us how we feel; we weren't born to seek relationships that would enslave us into requiring approval, change, or acceptance. We weren't born to be deceived into homogenization. We weren't born to need to prove ourselves. We weren't born for this. At all.
We were born to rise.
We were born to revel in love, hope, and an invincible power of being. We were born to thrive within the sanctity of our individual spirits.
Doubt that?!
Oh, think back.
What changed for you? Childlike innocence is the most pure; we were all there at one time - until age, experience, and chronological choices based off of uncertain emotions, sideways ills, and/or other doubts - introduced us to abject negativity.
Forlorn.
Confused.
Uncertain.
And then somewhat condemned.
No, truth is truth. And it always remains. There is no difference between the purity of a newborn babe, and the essence of a hardened soul who has been reminded of his youth in such a way as to weep at his indiscretions, soak up his unworthiness, and then yield to a space of eternal awareness that confounds mortal comprehension. To find himself precious.
It is raw, tentative; a metamorphosis into a realm and temerity of the hopeful, but oh-so-cleansed.
An immersion of renewal and grace.
Frightening, yet invigorating.
And a certain beginning when it really hits home.
We don't lose innate value because we grow up. Our sense of self should not trend as to stock market volatility just for our age and development, choices, and/or inadequacy. And while time and circumstance, focus and trial, sometimes undermine the quiet resonance and wisdom of the sweet purity of toddler perspective, it's actually a growth curve of tender, gracious, and exquisite import. The entire point of this world is to meld the pureness of such cherubic outlook with the wisdom that comes from the harshness of everyday reality; to build up and through, meet and triumph, recognize and deliver - compassion. Yes, compassion. And to finally release the stubbornness of human frailty and its consort ego to receive God's grace and all that He can and will endow.
If we let Him.
Existing on this earth is about free choice. And for all the things our Father in Heaven would want us to know, He wants us to internalize and never let go that, intrinsically, we were born to discover the individual talents He graced us with. He wants us to embrace, expand, and become so fulfilled and joyful within the glory of them - yes, replete within such elation and fruition - that we are singularly and intimately overwhelmed by His unconditional love. It's a fractional awareness that chokes upon the tears of His creation and the knowledge that we were knit within our mothers' wombs out of nothing.
To be something: His.
The world at large would have us vie for popularity, obsessed and consumed by marked effort, while at the same time, promoting objectification and the transience of mortal appreciation. Grand mal evidences of depression, competition, blame, jealousy, and dis(ease) are now so prevalent, they have become as a given. It's a manipulation of esteem upon an epic scale, and aggrandized to the extreme.
Yet, God would not want this. Rather, He would have us recognize our innate value so that we could rise within them and invite others to do the same. He would have us achieve such a state of being, that to fully bask in it, would only come to pass through the encouragement of our fellow men. In all ways. To teach them, show them, and lead them to the truth of their own existence, beauty, acceptance. Claim.
We are all unique - and it's not happenstance. We were born to become ourselves; to heal, nurture, grow, and evolve strictly through an absolute commitment to self-truth. Preserving walls, coping mechanisms, and any other emotional behaviors that might shut-out, shut-down, or lend themselves to mire in doubt and depression, only serve to support the current soul-rot and decay found within the stench of public association, commerce, and the ever mutable appetites of dissension and acclaim.
Tenets of self-actualization are always grounded within an intricate fabric of appreciation. Simplicity is actually authenticity, while the complication of even the most elementary truths are truly a coward's endeavor to smokescreen personal responsibility, and to disavow the ownership of free will.
Many of us are broken - in fact, I would say that we all are; but if we continually allay our own motives under the auspices of assuaging fear, then such - regardless of heartbreak, history, or intensity - embrace a marked stasis of resignation to seek and ensure familiar pain.
Yes, to justify, rather than rectify, is to seek topical medicine over and above a cure. We are either ready for peace, or we're still needing the messy processes of dancing with the devil.
And so I plead: take a chance; step into living large. What are you waiting for?
If not for a revolution of Joy.
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