You must let go of what must go.
When you do, it doesn’t mean it is no more.
In the fading there is no decaying.
For in the crumbling there is an awakening.
No one can blame you.
This choice was always in you.
Not even I can fight for me.
This is who you are called to be.
Do not apologise.
Philosophise and be all the more wise.
Do not weep.
Everything we were treasured in the deep.
There is no loss it all matters for the cause.
And ours was always an unrelenting clause.
This is not how we dreamed it.
But our twists and turns divined it.
We collided, combined and now dissolve.
Each to our own life’s meaning to resolve.
Hold to your path.
As will I.
No looking back.
I will hold to my path.
In this we will go.
And in doing so.
We will be as one.
Till it is all said and done.
I now know, it is possible to survey countless stars and retrieve a grain of sand and in that speck of dirt find a universe. I have read pages and pages of story and in unfolding tales, I traveled ages, listened to sages but only one sentence remained in me. In words that traveled in and planted roots deep in me, I find a depth of love so deeply rich that I can do no other than surrender to its intoxication. Am going under, slowly pulled into depths and I hope you will come with me. Step off the shore of your comfort and step into the waters of mystery, myth and majesty. Let love unravel you, douse you, flood you and leave you on new fronts, waking the adventurer. The one who knows in order to find, one must first loose.
‘They tell me I must wade into waters, where I will soon drown. Before I march in, I leave this on the shore for you. I pray you find it, sister, so you will know what was in my heart as I went under.’ Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore, we must be saved by hope.
Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore, we must be saved by faith.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, could be accomplished alone; therefore, we must be saved by love.
No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our own standpoint; therefore, we must be saved by the final form of love, which is forgiveness.
‘I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.’ Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
Has it happened to you? This extraordinary event? Would you know it, if it did?
This year I have spent time with individuals overhauling their souls looking for the extraordinary, clawing at their dreams, desperate to find meaning to their existence and purpose in their relationships. As I watched I wondered why they couldn’t celebrate the ordinary and in doing so it would be baptised into the extraordinary! We don’t get these splashes of miracles unless we’re willing to wade into the ocean of counting the little blessings. There is a vast ocean of things to be thankful for, even when our shores are darkened by storms. So take your daily ordinary life and season it with a little extra gratitude and you may taste the overwhelming flavours of an extraordinary life.
It is time. Cast off that heavy cloak you wrap yourself in. It does not only protect you from the biting winds of disappointment but it also keeps you insulated from passing, sun kissed opportunities to know joy, to taste hope and to realise the peace that comes after the wreckage.
If you want to be someone to the World, then you first must be the World to someone.
Life is often less complicated then we like to make it. Maybe we like hard because then, we have a reason to explain away our consistent failures. But failing doesn’t have to be about losing. Failure is just a hard lesson to learn but once we get it, it’s no longer a lose but an education.
I love, I hate. Two sides of the same coin. I love, I bloom. I hate, I wither. Spring and winter. I hurt, I heal. I fall, I learn. I choose to learn from the lessons I gather in the dirt. I grow but change is a slow painful thing. But grow I must. So hurt I will. For the good things in life like love are a living unfolding thing. They injure to unravel but they heal in their full bloom.
If I want to be somebody then I must learn to love somebody. That somebody is not just anybody. It is my body. My being. For how can I love another when my own soul decays from neglect within me? How can I connect with somebody when my own body is broken.
To love me isn’t the self centred feeding of greed and narcissism, no. It is the denying of the harmful and the taking of the bitter pill. It is the carrying of the cross after the weeping in the garden of surrender. It is the taking up of a selfless will and the death of a careless soul.
To be somebody is the somebody to be. To awaken the human in me. To lay down the need to survive and serve. Evolution does not drive me. My transformation is governed daily by a heart that beats for compassion. Cum Passio, the choice to suffer with my fellow man. To be somebody who lives in service. For to love is to serve. A great life is poured out in service.
I have this poem hanging in my room and this morning I could not pull my eyes away from it. I read the words and reflected on the message and all I could think of, was how I had to share it. I hope it speaks to you and to your hurt.
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Legacy isn’t only about who will remember you or what they will say after you are gone. No. Legacy is mostly about what you will know you have done. It is those last scenes that leave a smile on your fading dimming life that will count. It is that truth you hold last, that will matter most as the darkness closes in and you are no more.
What are great statues, chiseled out in your image, when your heart is weighed down with guilt? What are songs and symphonies when we know we are phoney? What are odes and poems, spoken in praise of a false hero? It is all but a stench to a lingering soul seeking repine for a fictitious existence.
It is better to have lived one truth in sorrow then a thousand lies in pretentious happiness. All existence in a palace of false gold leaves all souls cold. What is all the wealth of this World when you are empty, no hand to hold, no beloved to behold and no hope to be told.
May your tongue not spin webs of deceit because then you will be your own prey. May you never find your self wrapped in your own sticky words and the dagger of maliciousness draining the very last of you. Speak truth. To thine own self me true.
Let the sword of truth linger in all your daily chores. Let the garment of kindness cover you. Walk in the light and even after you stumble and fall, in the light of truth find your way again.
The greatest life lived is loved by the one who has lived it. In the fading of the light the darkness does not blacken such a righteous soul. Legacy is the soul speaking its truth and knowing it could never have lived or loved better.