We struggle to the end of a punishingly experimental experience: How do we grow? How do we face our fears and go on to reach the stars?
I wonder if everything about our daily activities has been designed to make life pointlessly difficult for humanists. How do we find the strength to say: I’d risen…I rose… I rise…I’ll rise again.
And what on earth is the the best way forward? How many times we have to ask the right questions? Are there any right choices left? I have read books, I have taken risks, I have made mistakes, I have questioned everything and I am still learning. Do I have the courage to follow my bliss wherever it takes me? I can only hope so. I take risks despite my fears. Sometimes. I’ve learned that true power and greatness come from humility and self awareness. I try very hard not to completely lose touch with myself. I embrace my own and other’s individuality. I once was lost but now am found. Despite the violence and despite the hatred, the world might be completely unsafe and unloving, but I still care because there is no alternative. I want to make a difference. Right now. I acknowledge the good in the world even if I’m in the stark minority. I simply stand up. When I have the courage to do so.
“Figure out a way to love who you are.” – Charlie Day
Poet and best-selling author Mark Nepo says that there are many ways we can grow as human beings but that there are only two universal experiences: Either we are broken open, or we willfully shed what isn’t working in our lives. I’m still asking questions like: Am I going to be an adult one day? Or just an adult whose has a childlike mind? Cameron Chang states that “it can be hard growing up.” I agree. I read that the mind of a child is the greatest gift we will ever receive. When I became an adult I had to lose my tantrums, silliness, foolishness and my childhood. I did that. And I also lost my mind. My child-like mind.
Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most. Mark Twain.