As I think about my journey in getting to know me one thing that has always been clear most times no matter how awkward or weird I can at times appear, I enjoy being me. I don’t act the same with every person because for me, ‘the same’ wouldn’t be sincere. Many times, I am just plain quiet because sometimes silence is required to hear and my small talk is not very revered.
Though I am proud being me in all of my gears. Being quiet or even shy, clumsy and silly, an intellect that you will never see coming through all of my many layers, I love being me! Even when I think about the layer of me that can be so naïve I cry in the moment but in the future I laugh at how even my being naïve was unique. It is for me, in which for me, I can speak.
Sometimes I feel like I am a good and terrible mix of one soul. It feels like in spirit I am both young and very old, fragile and gold. Opposed by the same and chose. Most times I am just in my own little thought bubble like I have always been because I realized that it is the only way to stay in touch with reality. We live in times where you just have to choose you the most. For me choosing me is not me choosing to hurt another but choosing to not hurt me when possible.
I know that hate destroys the soul which is why in choosing me I could never hate for too long. I like to move on. I believe in choosing to get along or move along. Unable to knowingly drag another if that’s what’s necessary to belong. Peace is sparked when we atone. Blaming only makes us cling to our wrongs. This is my reminder not to stray far away from what I found is my spiritual home. Allowing me to stay connected with understanding that respecting another is more about my actions, which is me respecting me, taking the world for what it is and continuing to move on.
Enjoying a beautiful fall morning thinking about the weeds that are not the greenery desired but the greenery cut down many times but continuing to transpire. You gotta love the determination of those weeds while we plant the seeds we require, weeds come along, making their place, minding their calling, not caring to be admired.
With there seemingly being no benefit that can be seen or felt, without them playing the one role they were created to play, something in the earth becomes dire. Loving the look of a Lion or Jaguar while a pig is known for holding its own sweat perspired. It is natural to the pig and needed to clean the earth of its pollution acquired.
Birds that eat the dead have become looked down upon but their God-given role is to clean the earth of its natural course when a life itself has retired. Their roles are important just as the tree but with nature although it is something human eyes rarely see all roles work together to inspire. The Most High has to be so wonderful to be able to create so many small details making the cycle of life undeciphered.
