Chase What Moves You To the Ends of the Earth
For me, that’s summer storms in Tokyo and Plato
Where is the center of me? Every time I cry, or laugh, or write, I know I’m near. My body’s been holding onto the past. I feel it all, and it’s a gift, and it’s brought me pain, and I thought that meant there was something wrong with me, but now I know the pain is there because I feel the world, and it’s my path to feel it deeply.
Our world breathes love — destructive love, beautiful, energetic love; love that’ll tear us apart, love that we can hardly comprehend. The love derived from knowing how it feels to hurt.
We’re not meant to suffer. But often, we don’t know how to not. Pain is a feeling, a key to fit within the lock of reality itself. We suffer so we may wake up. We suffer so we might make the changes in our life that steer us closer to our center.
I thought I was just healing my back; I have to leave that reality behind, that of physical back pain and all the information I’ve accumulated while trying to heal my body. It was never about that.
Back pain forced me to dig deep into the well of joy within, and to embody that joy however I could. It’s asked me to be me, unashamedly and wholeheartedly. I’m now discovering what that means.
