Change is just a simple word we use to describe our never ending dance with evolution, with the universe, with the people and things around us.
Change is painful. Change is beautiful. I feel like in my head I am constantly at battle. Sometimes I wonder why I struggle. Sometimes I wonder why I don't struggle more.
I know that I am the keeper of infinity. I know I create my universe. I gamble with circumstance. Still I find myself growing more lazy each day, I feel like a feather floating in the wind. I no longer have direction. I no longer feel desire. I am just floating. Every now and again I look down at the world below me and wish I could come down... every now and again I look down with disgust. I have become lost. Lost within myself.
I look in the mirror and can only find confusion and hopelessness.
I feel like a dying star.
Maybe this should be scary. Maybe this is something divine.
For in fact, we are all just stardust. Within us all are pieces from all over the vast regions of the universe. And with letting go of ego, I open a gateway into the endless procession of space and time.
I will be a vessel of limitless light and possibility. For this flesh is not WHAT I am. This name I have been given is not WHO I am. I am a piece of the whole. I am infinity. I am the universe! With this understanding I am closer to enlightenment.
A strange division has come over me. Where did I come from? Where am I going?Does it matter? Will it ever matter?
Despite my best guess, I still want to be the bird, not the feather. I want to soar high, with life and direction. So I allow this division to pass on the wind of change. I will seek out the divinity in myself and others. I will breath like a new born. Stretching out and gasping as if it is the first breath I have ever taken.
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