Raise Up; Soften
Life is insane. Moving through this life on this earth is not easy. In fact, it's really fucking hard. Individually and collectively. For all different reasons. Just when you think you've seen it all; just when you think you're at your lowest -- or maybe you've even finally reached your highest -- you're suddenly hit with something you never could have fathomed. Whatever that something is, there was no way you could have ever prepared for it. No way. Well, not for that thing specifically, at least.
You see, the individual life that each one of us lives is a direct reflection of our very own perspective. In essence, we see things as we choose to see them. And that is exactly where our most basic -- yet most transformative -- power lies.
Let's make the decision to view this life through the lens of love. To pick out the happiness, the beauty, the light. The things that lift us up. Surround yourself with people who make you feel good. And I mean the real kind of good. Not that phony kind of good that the ego tricks us into thinking is the real kind of good. I mean the luminous kind of good that comes from the heart. The kind of good that has you walking on actual air. You know it when you feel it.
If we want to make this life a better experience for all, it's our job, collectively, to raise the vibration of this planet. And that collective vibration starts on a singular level. It starts with you. And you, and you, and you, and you. And me.
Let's choose to embody love. To fill each one of our bodies with light until all 50 trillion cells are ready to burst. In a good way.
Some will label us ignorant for even hinting that it's possible to feel happiness at a time like this. And it's not their fault for thinking that way. But we won't let that change us. Instead, we simply turn to them and say, "Try it with me, won't you?"
Because, my dears, there is nothing shameful about being a source of love. Especially at a time we need it most. The future of love and happiness depends on us. We can not -- and will not -- let them dissipate.
I will admit to you I am not love all the time. I fall off and fall off, again and again. I'm not proud of these times, how could I be? What I'm proud of, though, is my ability to notice. To take a step back and a nice deep breath, and decide to start again.
No matter what, we can always start again.
*If you have a feeling that you are the person who inspired this blog post, you absolutely are, and I want to thank you for that. I don't mean "thank you" in a facetious way, even though my stomach has been in knots for the past couple of days. You have reminded me that I need to keep doing the job I know I'm here to do, even though you and I have different ideas of what that job might be. I might not support the route you've chosen to do your own work, and I do believe it might behoove you to soften just a little; to alter the lens through which you're currently looking, but I do, without a doubt, stand behind your passion and your unwillingness to give up. We're all warriors. Each in our own way.