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Q T the fourth

I was recently in a disagreement with friends dear to me. they mentioned that people at a recreational soccer and american football facility take things too serious. i said, "well, maybe this is the highlight of their week, for all we know-- maybe their daily life is slow and routinary, and this is more than just a recreational match for them. maybe they are just very passionate individuals..."

the conversation went on for a while.

we never saw eye to eye.

i tried to zoom out, i thought of something that i could personally relate to in order to understand from an objective point of view. in this case--the comments were coming from two friends who have achieved top goals in sports-- what little greatness have i achieved in my life repetitively that, when it is in front of me, it seems more insignificant than to someone who is newly experiencing it?

a breathtaking view,

a crystal clear sea,

culture shock,

vulnerability,

but then some part of me wants to contradict that idea and lean into the belief that it isn't about how many things you do, but how deeply you do them.

living with intent, living full, living.

maybe that's what makes an activity or an event seem over or underrated to someone else... if we lived every moment with awareness, intent and a spectrum of passion-- every instance would be full. i think it would, too, evaporate surface judgements and fill us with a simple acceptance and appreciation for others.

we wouldn't forget everyone is a whole little universe themselves.

aspiritualwarrior

“The most direct thing that I can say to you is to not believe your mind. Shift your focus from the mind to the Heart, which means affectionate awareness and stillness. Your mind may not like you doing this at first but with some time and patience, and more than a little love, your mind’s reactions to the old beliefs crumbling will become less and less troubling. Relax, breathe, and open. And all will be well.”

— Adyashanti

Q during a beautiful sunset

5/16

only two things i am sure of... the second one is that we choose-- we choose every day. we choose how we will react and how we will impact. it is time to practice. to live with intent. to be here. to not repeat old patterns and conditionings. we choose. choose authenticity, the one we were gifted with. the only one we have. choose only now. in between what is happening and the easy repeated actions of yesterday lies a moment of freedom to choose a new way.

Here I am assuming a friend doesn't love me because she is manipulative. Here I am expecting her to love me a certain way. Love is gentle. Love is pure. Love, in the core, is the same across all of us. But that doesn't mean it must and can only be expressed in some one way-- I think, "but it is truth", and manipulation isn't truth. What a never ending chase of what one perceives as perfection. We will never reach it.

If only we stopped examining--

If only we stopped dissecting--

If we just lived it and gave our selves to it.

Surrender to it.

We spend our entire lives holding on to our ideas, beliefs, thoughts, the should's and how to's. Even some of us who seek change often still are somehow attached to perfections, expectations, and unconscious built bridges that repeat reactions and patterns from yesterday to today to tomorrow.

Tied. Like two Florida Key islands. Oh, but the sea.

Do you ever zoom out and see life as it is happening from some sort of time condensed view? Generational; seeing the now new youth doing the same things but in a different way. The 20s, the 30s, the 40s... the steps, all repeating with a few different attires and a couple of extra items?

I've recently been thinking quite a bit about what freedom truly is. Not financial freedom, or the freedom that comes from the road, or the freedom that happens in deattached friendships and relationships... freedom deep within, that entails nothing tangible. It is easy to think "mental freedom" or like Bob Marley once sang ''emancipate from mental slavery" with emphasis on mental slavery.-- and even if that is the intial question, what exactly does that mean?

Freedom,

freedom is simple.

How often and how long have believed that there is no such thing as yesterday nor tomorrow. It is utterly and entirely our imagination. A mechanism, almost some form of automatic response to today. An unfortunate necessity. Sometimes. The omnicent love, though; the raw, pure, genuine, unlayered, atomless love shatters the idea of time. The notion of yesterday, of today, of tomorrow. You can travel with it, through it... to a moment in "time," to the lighting of a cafe, to the scent of a wooden room, to the gentle touch of unconditional love, to the sweet taste of an instance.-- This idea of past walks, of future steps, of current postures sets smalls chains on our liberation. Living with and through love, is living eternally, is living in all moments. Everything is connected.

There isn't a yesterday,

there isn't a tomorrow.

You are free.

“Love is totally nonsensical. But we have to keep doing it or else we’re lost and love is dead, and humanity should just pack it in. Because love is the best thing we do.” The universe provided me with this at the right time today.. Seemly weird timing. Stay soft.. always.

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