Our admission to eternity is the stories we tell, and through them the life we live. Real tales of love, action, peace and purpose will suffice. This means we must live. We must live fully, mistake often, trust completely, and love passionately. For we are not scarecrows, thrown to the sky to ward of the crows come to pick at our bones. We are flesh brought to life through our endeavors. Let them be rich and compelling.
corridors we walk are full of passages we choose to turn. we have opened countless doors on our way to this moment. each moment is another knob we choose; brass, tarnished, ornate or a handle. some of those doors are locked, and take us forcing them to open. we throw our weight against the grained wood in hopes that we are doing what’s best. our feet slide as we strain against the tides of choice. we may break some down or force our way through. or we may decide that passage wasn’t for us, and move on to an unlocked door, an easier path.
was it right to stop struggling? or right to find the easy way?
Let your first thought of the day be that of gratitude. To have another day to spend in peace, in purpose, in hard work, in joy. Let your mind be filled with all that you may do. Let your heart be content with all you have done. Let your spirit be at peace with all that you are.
if only we practiced as we preached.
we have been sold that the highest calling of all is wealth & power, masked in a shroud of religious principle, marketed as purpose. we have convinced ourselves that we must look, feel, act, and live a certain way. we have done this in order to fit in with others that are equally lost. we have allowed those few who have enough wealth & power to control messaging and legislation and content. we have created and lived in a system that gives us the perception of choice, while driving us like cattle towards the inevitable unhappiness of not owning enough, doing enough, being enough. we have perpetuated these notions as we see no other way. we believe a little more money, a few more things, and the perception we portray to others is the price of admission to contentment.
wealth & power are a mirage in the desert, constructed by the few that possess them. the price to admission into their club is one of blood, spirit, soul. to escape their clutches is to succeed. to change their power base is the only way to bring about systemic change.
we will watch them destroy our environment, limit our freedoms, control our money, dictate our workload, and divide our beliefs. we will grumble as they do this. we will stamp our feet and shout at their control. but we will not see change by acting the same. we’ve been led to believe that we win and lose through us versus them. we’ve been fed the idea that life will be better if our party, our people, those who hold our beliefs are in power. but the puppet masters’ strings control all sides of the system. the strings they pull tug at our hearts and minds, while the rape and pillage of our world and our people continues unmolested.
we win with love. we win by putting people over profit. we win by caring for each other – all people. we will win when we appreciate there is no victory – there is only purpose in peace. there is only purpose in love. there is only purpose in gratitude. there is only purpose in acceptance.
purpose & peace.
As the world disintegrates into disillusion, defy the disdain we are driven to by the deities dabbling in decisions deciding our days. Dream not of dreaded dreary dystopia. Deem different your daily doings- drift to a direction with delights of developing a dramatically deeper day.
Participate in life. Own your future. Don’t despair the process, change the process.
If in the end we are but dust and vapor, then may our dust be fertile and our vapor pure. May we grace gardens and orchards and coastlines. May we intertwine and find each others atoms in the fruit that grows, the flowers that bloom, the waves that crash. May we seek out trade winds to travel to new homes, and make the earth good and whole again. May we bring life.