Birth and Death
How much about your mental health do you know?
I’ll tell you one thing; both birth and death are painful. In between them is a window of opportunity. A moment in space where you exist in the physical realm.
We all get different time. Some stay for hours, some days, some for years. What do you want to do with your window?
If you want to do nothing, there isn’t much to look forward to but demise. Coz if you don’t move, and you don’t grow and you don’t feel, and you don’t try; and you keep hiding, you only have one fate.
But if you want to grab life by the scruff of the neck, your body and mind shall suffer in the beginning, like your mother did when bringing you forth. We endure the pain of our own rebirths.
If your heart yearns to be here with the total spectrum of the light within you, you must be one with the earth to transcend. Patient in character, slow in temperament, wise in processing, graceful in healing, true in integrity, yet unfurled in your rage.
Pain is the price you pay for being alive. Pleasure is the reward you get for letting go.
Humans will hurt you. They’ll gorge your eyes out and seize your unsuspecting heart and hurl you into pits for sport. Humans you know and humans you don’t know. And it’ll hurt your brain, jeopardizing your mental health.
So in the space between pain and pleasure your soul is in motion. You have to dig deep into your senses, to sustain your light. And know it for what it is. For its magnificence. Its effervescence. Its candour. Its abstruse complexities.
For within that space lies your essence. The place from which you define yourself. A place no man can reach. It’s the nucleus of your life energy. A treasure you must protect with all your gut, away from the abrasion of an ailing world.
You must find a way to diffuse that life energy through your body, and express it unapologetically. Because this is your healing power for all the degradation this earth shall absorb into you. This is where you carry forgiveness, and where you carry your God, whatever Their form. It is from here that you make love. So the further you are from your dwelling place, the further you are from yourself. Your root of belonging.
This is the part of you that must not die after all else is gone. This is the part you must not be afraid to show the world.
