Once the day has ended, and you are done talking about all that is wrong, once you have settled into the dim quiet, what will you have done with your own life?
Once you are finished criticizing other people and the way they look and who they’ve chosen to be with and what they are or are not doing, what will you have done with your own life? Once you are finished waxing poetic about all the wrongs that exist, for which there are more than most can comprehend, what will you have done with your own life?
Will you have added to the noise, or will you have brought clarity? Will you have offered your energy up to the figureheads, the supposed saviors, or will you have harnessed it for your own? Will you have criticized others’ offerings, or will you have made something of what you were given? Will you have just noticed the bad, or will you have added any good?
Was your anger an outlet for expression, or was it a tool for change? Did you make ground zero the revolution inside your own heart?
Once you have laid down in your bed, quiet, no longer arguing, no longer yearning nor hoping, and once you rise again in the morning, with swollen eyes and silence, what will you have done with your own life?
Will your thoughts have been used to construct a new world, or pick apart the ruins? Will your words have been used to lift and encourage, or suppress and push away? Will your actions have been someone’s glimmer of hope, or proof that all is hopeless?
Will you have done the boldest and most courageous thing, which is to look into your own unconsciousness, to see the backdrop from which you project all else? Will you have done what most could not, which is to just simply hold space for what hurts?
Though progress is slow, it exists.
Evolution is the soul of all that we are.
But for as bad as things are, we are worlds better than our ancestors had been. Our own great-grandchildren will tell the same story.
Because the world does not exist to save us, and there will always be something that we need saving from.
So once we are done with our good doing, the question we have to ask is: what will I do with my own life?
The last moment you spent reading that sentence was experienced trillions of different ways, by trillions of different minds and bodies around the world. There is no universal experience, there is only experience and what we choose to do with it. You are not bound to what you perceive and what you think about it. The possibilities for interpretation are limitless. There will always be contrast, there will always be wisdom and wickedness.
This is what gives us the freedom to create.
And so your decision must be this one resounding sentiment, one notion to drive all else, one single question: What will I do with my own life?