Unstoppable You

So it was. Someone or something knocked you down, took you out, tore you apart.  At some point during the experience you may have realized that despite the so-called defeat you suffered, you were still breathing, your heart still pumping blood to your body's many places of need, your brain still functioning, your desires still waiting for you to take up their candelabra and traverse the mountainous terrain you fashioned through the impossible reality of your own creativity.  Your brain is incredible.  It can imagine.  Your body is a miracle.  It can heal.  Your spirit is eternal.  It is limitless in its capabilities!  They say the only thing holding you back is you.  NO!  Nothing is holding you back.  Nothing can do that, especially you.  It is you that chooses to keep breathing.  You that dares to keep hoping, dreaming, drawing life despite everything screaming at you that you cannot have those things that will bring more happiness and joy than you've ever had.  It is your dreams that keep you alive.  It is the following of your dreams that proves your life is a life worth living.  It's the achieving of your dreams that remind you of the truth: You are worthy.  Pick yourself up again; you are not done.  If your muscles feel weak, work them out.  You are not in this thing called life to fail.  You are here, not to be pushed and prodded reluctantly forward to some miserable end.  Not pushed from behind, but pulled from beyond, enticed from before.  You can follow and capture your dreams.  Don't quit.  Never that.  Persevere always.  Dream big, then bigger.  Believe.

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Encouraged To Share

Sometimes you and I will feel as though the sun has gone out, and its rays no longer fall on our souls.  At odd hours of the day, we may in our darkness see flashes of light so brief in duration that we doubt, disbelieve, and then discard the hope that the light gave us.  If we allow it, our learned minds can become so closed to goodness that we are unable to discern it when the light comes again.  I know that I have been in such a position before.  But maybe this is not an accurate depiction of your specific situation.  Perhaps you have always been able to discern the light that shines in everything you see.  Maybe only another's disbelief can bring your own happiness down a little.

You're aware that life is painful.  You are reading these words, or hearing someone read them. However you did it, you had to go through change to learn how to read and understand.  Change is a painful thing. Since you're no stranger to these, maybe you've learned that there's something called happiness too.

You've been hurt. You've seen others get hurt.  Out of all this hurt, miraculous things can emerge. Deeper understanding, more powerful compassion, a drive to help alleviate all the pain in this world. 

What would you do to alleviate a little of it?

At some point in the next twenty-four hours or so, someone will cross your path.  You might smile briefly, nod, glance tiredly at them and then away again.  You might trip over them on their tree-shaded spot by the sidewalk. Maybe at that point you'd get angry.  Maybe not.  Take another look.

The person you see before you has a soul.  I don't know if they'll have all their limbs, two eyes that can see, a brain that functions without struggle, hands or feet or ears or nose or organs or veins that perform as we are taught to think they should.  But this person-with-a-soul has something in common with you.  The need for real, human, face-to-face communication.

Talk to them.  Whatever reception you may get, talk to them.  The woman, man, boy, girl...human... is a worthwhile being.

And when you're next reading this blog, I encourage you to share.

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