Is there a bigger force, bigger than us? I don’t know… I use to believe in so many things that I no longer see them being possible or real. But then, what’s real?
I use to pray, but then I stopped believing. There are no Gods living in the skies of heaven, it’s just us. So I began to pray to nature or to a cosmic force, but that didn’t worked, with time I realized that praying was not doing any good, so I started on to believe and I began to flow with life.
I don’t know if there is such a thing as past lives, or reincarnation. But I believe in love, in discovering yourself, and in the beauty of the universe… the universe within us. I believe in my peace of mind, as well as in harmony, realization and bliss. I believe in living your life fully, in the search of finding oneself, and awareness. I believe in letting yourself go, in facing your fears, in taking risks, and finally in following your heart; which most of the times your instincts and intuitions are right.
I believe in our true voice and the constant fight to be heard. I believe in so many things and at the time I know so little about life. So I appreciate moments, experiences and most of the times I become an observer and learn.
I don’t know if there are spirits watching over me, if they are I thank them. I don’t know if I will become an ocean when I die… or if I will transcend to another dimension. But I know, that every star that shines in the sky, dies and it takes a long time for us to realize that its light was long time ago dead.
Things never work out as we imagined, planed or desired. I want to believe that this is because what we desired wasn’t what we really needed. That experience is what we required to learn to become more complete.
Nobody can understand our experiences, since nobody feels the way one does. Everyone has different perceptions of a situation regarding to their own experiences. This is what makes us different and defines us.
Talents, ideas, expression… we always discover more and more. We are a whole ocean to be discovered. Making me think that maybe there is a higher talent that hasn’t yet been freed and you wonder if others will be conscious enough to hear you or will value it.
Appreciation is the word, how long it takes for a flower to grow? How the seed got there and germinated? How many nights it fought through frost, wind until it grew? How long until it bloomed? How long until you walked by and stopped to contemplate such beauty?
