Nothing is so Serious

There is something in the air that feels still and densely expansive.

It’s as if my internal energy is pushing outwards, drawing me towards something I do not know, but is meant for me.

In this space, doubt falls away and I simply AM.

There is fog creeping in, blanketing everything with a mysterious monotone hue, but within me, something vibrant is alive and brewing.

In my mind’s eye, I can see clearly.

Something is preparing itself to be birthed anew.

This keen sensing has no rhyme or reason, but is an absolute truth.

I trust in it much more than I used to.

Nothing is as serious as we make it, and I laugh at my own grandiose thinking; a ridiculous pattern that creates towers out of old rubble that has no value.

We make ourselves and our experiences much more important than they are.

We are tiny specks in an ancient and infinite puzzle, and our experiences are miniscule moments that are gone long before our incessant emotional attachment to them.

We place so much importance on ourselves, and take on the responsibilities of the world; carrying giant capes of burden on our shoulders, when what we are created for is to enjoy BEing who we ARE.

That does not mean challenges will not exist, but we do ALL a disservice when we lose sight of the beauty of the present moment.