Most people appear to be at odds with themselves and everything around them in one form or another.
Whether it be outward or internal, everyone seems to be fighting a never ending battle that inevitably results in self annihilation. Our ethereal value has been obscured by a diluted sense of individuality and security. Individuality does not require superiority and security does not really exist outside of an internal acceptance of self. The core of human dysfunction is not a moral dilemma but a spiritual sickness that goes far beyond any set of “rules” or “guidelines” to be followed.
Acceptance of responsibility is how we surmount almost every obstacle in life. Yet, it is incredibly unpopular. Truth is liberating and provides freedom. Knowing and accepting the truth gives us choices. Yet, we avoid being our authentic selves at all costs. How long will we hide behind the veil of illusion? What are we afraid of?
We are afraid of ourselves even though we’re the only solution to our problem.
We are afraid of accepting that when our world doesn’t meet our incessant demands, it’s our fault. We’re afraid to admit that we’re internally and spiritually lazy. The ease of acting as if our internal chaos is everyone else’s fault traps us in our self made prisons. What is it that we are afraid of failing? We can’t fail at being our true self. We can only fail at the role we play. Ironically, we expend more energy fighting reality than it takes to embrace it. Fighting for something that doesn’t exist, we are left in a constant state of exhaustion. We evade ourselves out of apathy, only to tire more easily as we crumble below the curtain of our imaginary world.
When I take away who I’m not, all that’s left is who I am.
Then, I find that who I am was there all along. It was covered up by guilt, fear, resentment and every other form of spiritual sickness. When I’m blocked from the warmth of that life inside me, I seek it. I hunger for it. Desperately, I chase fallacies and cling to anything I can, in a vain attempt to satisfy this craving. Inevitably, I find temporary fixes to a permanent problem. Whatever I’m using to cover my pain eventually stops easing it or fails me. Humans and man-made constructs are fallible this way. I feel betrayed by life as I go searching again. This endless maze leads nowhere but to emotional and spiritual decay. Only one thing will relieve this yearning for myself.
My divine light is infinite and can never be replaced by the finite.
Only the divine life and love that is inside each and every one of us can cure this disease. We must relight our fire. We have been put out. It’s time to claim ownership of that which has been rightfully ours all along. We may each hold only one torch, but if we put our flames together we can light up this world.