The human journey is a funny phenomenon.
There are those who decide early in the beginning that what they perceive to be real is something that only they can see in the physical realm of the senses. They disregard anything that cannot be explained by the logical brain, labelling the ones that talk and speak to the invisible forces as crazy. The crazy people continue to dance to the music only they seem to hear; they continue to speak to the unseen. The crazy people had long been an outcast in much of the history of society- those that did not live up to their parents expectations, of showing fully fledged capabilities because in an already established world, their contribution is not needed nor welcomed. For wild hearts like theirs are a threat to those that made up the rules. And so, to those that decided to abandon their wild hearts from a young age, they continue to ignore a deep part of themselves that wish to scream at the moon and dance to the rhythm of a heart that wish to beat to an irregular rhythm orchestrated by their soul’s expression.
There are also those who in the beginning decide to be rid of the material world. It is as though they have been on Earth multiple times before, have seen it all and done it all and now have had enough- enough to wonder why they even came back in the first place. The materialistic society is a trigger for their souls who now yearn to be elsewhere. And so, they seek refuge alone in the caves and mountains, or in some other solitary confinement. Some reject larger societal structures to form ones of their own, building something similar yet different from their humanly counterparts. They too, call the ones embedded in the constructs of the established societies as crazy. The crazy people who continue to go to bed and wake up at the same time, to perform some repetitive routines and willingly give their faith and time away to a bigger entity of corporations. And so, these wild hearts end up being blind to the mirroring essence of their lives with the ones in monotony- that their choice to repetitively chop wood in the mountains or clear the dead wood from the forest before the summer comes is no different to the ones that decide to do it in a different way.
The polarising choices demonstrated by humans embarking on their own journeys in both extremes are often both sides of the same coin.
Free will is evident throughout the human journey. For every choice a human being makes, there lies a basic human need to fulfil something, coupled with an essence of being. Choice is a word diluted in today’s society for one’s choice is always influenced by the past, the present and the future. If an undesired occurrence happened in one’s life, would you accept choice or would you turn to blame, anger and regret, feeling victimised instead of empowered, regardless of the seemingly positive or negative outcome?
And there are those of us who have souls that are always trying to balance the two extremities. In between our wild hearts and the need for regularity in a wider society, we rest in between rebellion to our ideals and belonging to the society at large. Abandonment to both is not possible for our love for humanity is wide and expansive. Denying one is to deny a part of ourselves and that only cause us an ache of longing. As if our souls are somehow trying to find the balance in the ebb and flow of the two extremities, we forever question if we are doing the right thing. How do we accept both life and death in our human journey? Do we concentrate more on the seen or the unseen? What is of most importance - which side is right? How do we balance both - if neither is right?
A day in our lives are filled with opportunities to both enjoy and be of service. There certainly are growing pains as we deny the responsibilities of such a life. What is a responsibility if not a choice that aligns with our intention? We have been given these bodies, these minds and these hearts - all like soldiers ready for the battle, they are here to use all their mighty powers for this human life. They are ready for your command my dear - what will you do with such powers? Surely a life of responsibility taken under our wings, of imagination and dreams chased to our limited and limitless borders are better than a soul that has decided to resign in weariness before they have even begun.
It is possible to go about our ways of the world with all our sensory windows open, so much so that to the outside world, we are completely absorbed and deep amongst our ventures. Yet, to their disillusion, we have in our mind’s eye our faithfulness to the very connection of the unseen beyond, which made it possible for us to be here.
And so, we do it over and over again. Giving ourselves completely into this world yet never being unfaithful to the unseen, with a knowing of where we came from and when we will go back. That when it is time for us to go back, to which none of us knows for no one arrives on Earth with a death certificate in hand. When it is time, we go with no regrets. In the end there should be no regrets regardless of what happened in our lives. Practice giving compassion to yourself dear right now, so you will be able to leave with no regrets, no what ifs, no how comes, no who may…In those precious few seconds left, we give merits to the good things we have done and we leave in celebration.
And until then, we rise out of bed, we move in repetitive motions, we surprise ourselves in our humanness, we sink back into our beds and do it all - again and again and again.
Contemplations
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In the season of summer, what has been dawning on you recently about the world?
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