A Letter To A Self-Explorer Wandering In Life’s Labyrinth

Open your heart.

The world is not what you think it should be. The word “is” cannot be boxed into a human standard. Nothing is absolutely factual. We change like the waves of the sea, every single day; we clash with different pebbles and mix with different atoms. We wash off at different shores every second. Each minute is a journey. What is, is not what soon will be.

Open your heart.

Names are given to people so that you would know them, but it is not who they are. Humans are complex creatures made by the hands of a Supreme Artisan. Every part of your flesh is a trail of a massive galaxy. The person sitting beside you is a giant universe, still unraveling from within.

Open your heart.

Plans, like promises, are made to be broken. We are told to imagine because fiction will, somehow be, more wonderful than reality. Therefore, lower your expectations. Give the unknown an inch so you can run a mile with the truth. There’s an opportunity waiting inside every door. Knock, peep, and prepared to be surprised.

Open your heart.

You are not who you think you were. You are a big blob of magic, of star dust, of the shining rays of the sun. You are the solid, unshaken earth, a sparkling crystal drop of rain, a dancing flame in a hearth. You are a mystery to yourself yet, a book about to be read by your very own eyes. Do not box yourself in words and thoughts and ideals. Don’t be pinned down by the labels humans love tagging themselves.

Open your heart.

Your time on earth is a lovely century of discovery. Each second is infinite, we share every moment as it echoes a million movements, a billion breaths. You may outlive the human calendar or perish before it, so use your time well. Savor the scent of the air. Let the flavors in your tongue seep through and linger. Allow your heart to throb and tingle and jump. Live.

Open your heart.

When your spirit loses hope, when it succumbs to sorrow, when you have so many questions during the wait, remember that you are like a planet, constantly moving, steadily, slowly, revolving into a Master Plan greater than your orbit.

Open your heart.

Originally published at hellocaris.com on October 12, 2014.

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