Sans Soleil ☀️

 Sans Soleil.

    Rainy and frigid. The Spring motto, here in Canada. What a time to be alive, no question about it.

    We are on the edge, the very precipice, of something dramatic. I can’t fully explain what it is. All I know is, I feel it in my soul. I feel it, knowing that the path is finally starting to reveal itself. Rumi would be proud.

    Life really is about committing to the bit. Sometimes, we forget about it and just go with whatever it is we are thrown into. We are told by the world who to be, and we simply accept it. The will of men has never been weaker. Yet the lucky few, the very select individuals, who are capable of stepping back and saying no- I will not play your game. I will not live your 9-5. I will not simply bend over and kneel to your rule. The select few, who are given the opportunity to build their own dream life, and create something which will last forever. That is the individual I strive to be.

    The world is a cold and dark place. When we get lost in it, we are told how to act. How to behave. How to dress. And soon- how to think. Well, thankfully God has blessed me with stubbornness. A gift, which refuses to allow myself to settle. To become simply another individual who has no say or opinion. To no longer accept my fate as just another brick in the wall. 

    Individuality is what runs the world. Individuals, who have the courage to go against the crowd. I will fade my bets against society, every single time. 

    The human spirit is easily manipulated. It is easily pushed in a certain direction, and taught to simply accept what is. It takes the strongest of spirits, the strongest of warriors, to stand up and resist the forces which work against them. That is why evil is so prominent in today’s world. We the people have allowed evil spirits to dictate and direct us on our spiritual journey, leading us down to a place of hell and sin. We have simply began to follow the crowd, believing that we are simply meant to fit in. To not ask questions. To become just like everybody else. It is a comedy of tragedies. 

    I’m not really sure where the path leads to next. I’ve been walking on faith for some while now, and things have been rocky to say the least. There has been unlimited bumps and bruises along the way, no doubt about it. Yet here I stand, very much alive. Slightly depressed and beyond burdened- but alive, none the less. Glory be to God for that one. The path is exhausting, and tiresome- yet we continue to walk in regardless. We continue to move forward, knowing that whatever it is we are searching for ahead is searching for us as well. We move, knowing that the life we are looking to build lies on the other side of the unknown.

    This journey is not for the faint of heart. Not for the weak, who wish to control everything. Not for those, who wish to have their ego run the show and keep their thumb over every single thing in their world. It is a spiritual journey. A path which the naked eye cannot see. Something only those who are willing to step into the darkness may find. I am willing. I am not afraid. I understand that in order to achieve something you have never done, you must be willing to become something you’ve never been. I get that now.

    Perhaps all the difficult times, the turbulence, the battles- perhaps they all lead me to exactly where it is I am meant to be. Rock bottom teaches you lessons that mountain tops never could. And perhaps I was in need of those lessons. Perhaps, these lessons are what will set me up for the rest of my life. The rest of eternity. The ability to sit back and reflect on just how far I have truly came. The path. The distance. The overall success.

    I am grateful to be able to sit here and communicate these thoughts out loud. To be able to sit here, and reflect, on what a journey it has been. Yet the journey does not end here. The grind continues. The desire to constantly improve myself and my journey increases only in will. The yearning will never cease. The drive to evolved, from student to master. Yet the reality remains that I will always be the student. I will always be a learner. A life-long journey, where I am to observe and understand what it is that is truly going on. The gift of foresight, the gift of knowledge. Or curse. I suppose it really is up to me, depending on how I view it.

    Life is a feeling process. I often think about that saying. In all honesty, I agree. Most people have forgotten what it’s like to feel. They have been numbed down by television, food and entertainment. They have become shells of who they once were, as children of Earth. Perhaps that is my mission. Perhaps, that is what I am meant  to be. The watcher. The Cardinal. The beacon which will light the way. To remind everybody what it’s like to feel. To truly, allow emotions to sink in and touch their soul. Their heart. Their understanding of the world around them.

Perhaps that is the reason why God has chosen me.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.