Confusion
It is always we who mislead ourselves, and we can only ever be revived by ourselves.
But isn’t every misdirection, ultimately, the right direction towards the Self?
What if releasing control is the only way to catch the strings that hold all pieces together?
Clarity
We seek wisdom in books and the minds of others, but we forget that there’s one built within ourselves, quietly sending impulses of clarity, audible only when we put the world on hold.
The truth is that we always know what we have to do; we just learned to seek and rely on the outside assurance, instead of fostering our own.
Only when we waste enough time chasing truth on the outside do we discover there is no truth at all, other than the one that stirs the goodness within our bones.
We don’t need more knowledge – we need more space for echoes to travel from our navel to our mind. Whispers that remind us that the work to be done is to filter life through notions of your own conscience, to harvest your own garden of virtues, and to take all that you are and turn it into a loving home.
Harmony
Sometimes, the way towards your higher self is to welcome any reversion as the highest place to be.
Sometimes, what is ruined is not what is lost, but what you’re liberated from.
Sometimes, the void you find yourself in is not a place filled with nothingness, but a space where density distills into lightness.
Sometimes, equilibrium isn’t found in perfect leveling, but in unloading what you’ve carried for too long.
Sometimes, when you’re stripped of what you’ve had and known, you’ll discover that which makes up for it all: a dance of dignity and grace, composing not a perfect alignment, but harmony of paradoxes nestled within yourself.
