Keep finding things
to love about
Keep finding things
to love about
At different junctures, I think most of us have searched for truth or, at the very least, pondered spiritual matters. But I am not entirely sure that one unmitigated truth is even a thing.
How can there be one truth when every being has been and continues to be indoctrinated in a different belief system? Even non-believing is a belief.
Sometimes, a moment is needed to evaluate what you hold true. Because what you believe on Monday may not be suitable for you on Friday. And that’s okay.
“To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.” ~Winston Churchill
So, give yourself the freedom to live a life that is befitting for you in every waking moment.
Without exception, everybody gets hit with shit. Some succumb to the pressure. Others barely survive. Why? Because, they’ve lost their muchness. Well, that’s what The Mad Hatter said to Alice: “You’ve lost your muchness. In there (pointing to her belly), something’s missing.”
What’s missing in your life?
Sure, it is beyond wonderful to have that particular someone in your life who, without fail, creates beautiful ballads from bad rhymes; who turns your frown upside down; who extends unrelenting support; whose energy cocoons you and transmits new life; whose silent love imbues strength.
But what if that special person is not available or are no longer here on earth?
There is a reason that your peace is deeply disturbed or that your boat is at the brink of a shipwreck. And until you realize and exercise your own strength, you may be kept in the storm.
So, where is your muchness?
There is a smoldering in your belly. When ignited, it becomes a powerful flame that can never be extinguished no matter what life douses.
The strength you need already exists inside of you.
Do you have the guts to light it? Because no one else, no matter how lovely, is capable of lighting your fire.
Sit outside just to listen to the sounds of nature?
Take a stroll and have a person-to-person conversation?
Notice a budding tree right before her bloom?
Dance in the rain?
Bask in the sunlight?
Stretch out your arms to embrace the wind?
Number things to be thankful for?
Find the positives when the negatives seemingly overpower?
Laugh at little things?
Cry just because?
I was just wondering.
It seems as though the earth upon which I stand is quicksand. Slowly sinking but never fully submerging is a heartless ruse.
I am forced to lay back when I’m accustomed to being strong, fighting, going against the grain and all. But because of the cement-like sediment, I cannot battle and quickly maneuver or else I seal my fate with my demise.
So, what do I do?
The hour is late. The tide is soon to roll in. There is no “sink or swim” and “fly or die” doesn’t apply.
The only thing that I am able to do is close my eyes, lean back, breathe and wait for salvation.
Sometimes, I wonder if all of this is worth it? My answer is yes!
Life certainly teaches. But is the drama necessary? A simple notecard mysteriously placed on my pillow will do.
I suppose experiencing a particular thing is best. Beyond everything, I can only strengthen atrophied muscles by actually working them. But I never anticipated that relaxing and mentally letting go would be an area that needed exercise.
But I accept the invitation. Actually, I have no choice.
Perfection has absolutely nothing to do with physical attributes, other than the fact that whatever you’re born with is downright flawless.
Thus, striving for perfection, in the physical sense, is an unnecessary burden. It leads to stress and dumbass decisions like butchering your body via plastic surgery for the sole purpose of cosmetic vanity.
Incidentally, no amount of surgery will keep you looking young and pretty. If truth be told, altering your bone structure and getting injections to obtain the perfect look actually ages you tremendously. You cannot one-up Father Time. However, there’s something exquisitely beautiful, dazzling and elegant about a man or woman who accepts and adores his or her body; and ages gracefully without going under the knife.
“Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It’s beautiful.” ~Lynsay Sands
“Youth is a gift of nature, but age is a work of art.” ~Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
So, tell me, what makes you perfect?
Do you subscribe to someone else’s meaning or do you have your own? Does your meaning give you anxiety? Does it cause stress or depression? If so, then simply change your connotation of the word. You do not have to abide by anyone else’s definition!
Here’s my take.
My notion of perfection has an air of lightness and loveliness. For me, perfection and love are cut from the same cloth. And like love, perfection is a verb. It is a doing with a particular quality.
Loving myself entirely
A deep embrace
Playfulness and laughter
Knowing when to say, “no”
Knowing when to let go
Living my truth no matter who’s watching
Performing at my very best
So, unburden yourself with society’s standard of perfection and devise your own. You’ll enjoy life a whole lot better!
The title of this blog is a quote written by Willam Shakespeare in Hamlet. Lord Polonius, in part, says, “This above all: to thine ownself be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
The quote is a profound proverb which behaves like a prick sprouting from the stem of a rose. It got my attention. Ouch!
I thought that I knew myself pretty well and unabashedly lived my truth. Well, I uncovered that I wasn’t one-hundred percent doing so.
So, I purposely set time aside to figure out some things. And lo and behold, I found eureka—a particular moment in my childhood when I believed ________________.
That belief is my unadulterated truth, at least one of them anyway.
(Just now as I typed the word “unadulterated,” I noticed the word “adult” embedded. Adulterate means to dilute, debase, make impure. My guess is that by the time we reach adulthood, we’ve basically annihilated our young pure, creative, genius, free-thinking mind, not to mention adults obliterating children’s imaginations.)
Just let that sit for a moment.
In case you are wondering, the blank line above is deliberate and twofold:
Conclusion: I will never know the depth, width and height of my majesty. I am a rose that’ll never reach full bloom because the unfolding of my exquisite, silky, perfumed petals is forever replenished and flowering. I suppose I could’ve used an onion peel analogy but that ain’t cute.
In the end, or beginning, whatever truth you presently hold about yourself, live it. Then uncover another, and then another.
By the way, do you think that experiencing real happiness has anything to do with living your truth?