I sense that all of us are intensely craving, more than ever, the need to be REAL. So many little hints in people’s posts of their pain but we’re too afraid and feel too vulnerable to talk about it. So many stifled tears in the dark.
Spirit can only suppress it’s nature for so long. The Mask is suffocating us. The dam is breaking. I want you to know – if you’re hiding from life, and yourself, I get it. Most of us are, sometimes or mostly, in one way or another. I see you and love you. Who the hell are we and what the hell is going on?
I’m giving less and less of a shit about how I’m perceived. Whether we’re in a dynamic and positive phase, “manifesting”, and sharing it, and yes let’s be real, wanting recognition that we’re ok after all; or if we’re in the darkest pit imaginable, we all just want to be loved.
We don’t actually know where to go, what to do or who to be. But we’re not supposed to. How could we? That’s the play. I have ideas but who knows. All I can do is put one foot, one voice, one feeling in front of the other. And yet, I’m in my own corner. When it comes down to it, as much as we all want community, friends, loved ones, you need yourself more.
Express something you’re afraid to but must, because it hurts not to. Admit something you’ve long ignored. Turn to your own self too, in love and mercy. I’ve had some beautiful days and terrible nights. And so it goes. I suffer and I rejoice in all of it, goddamn it all to heaven.
Lia Wilbourn 