I’m beginning to see things in such a way that perhaps there are no true enemies, or not as many as we may think. That instead our oppressors are our pathways. A link or thread in the complementary chain of existence. Woven and compressed together as the two faces of the same coin. Necessary oppositions for strengthening resolve; a cosmic fortification of each others’ convictions. Granting us realities that help us educate ourselves about ourselves through evolution. And allowing us to come to know that we, too, are oppressive in our own right.
And so we dance together through space and time. Learning through the ways in which we harm and have been harmed. Growing through the ways we choose to love and have been loved consciously. Abiding by the state of our condition as it cycles but never truly fades. And never means to in spite of naive expectation.
Perhaps, in truth, life is the stage that Shakespeare quipped about. Playing our roles for one another. We build. We deconstruct. We move through dimensions without end. We seek a silver lining and maybe find some semblance of Self. The spirit behind the character. The “ghost in the machine”. Having only found itself down the hard road.
It becomes aware of its performance and can practice cherishing the ease.
We ascend in The Ease.
Self-Care & Spirituality for the Sensitive Soul 