That feeling that comes from being the person you want yourself to be. Satisfaction never tasted so sweet as when your sense of self aligns with your actual self. The comfort provided by this inner peace is what all sentient humans strive to attain. Gone is the anxiety of “what if” along with the regrets of “what could” as the realization of the now rings louder than any other aspect of consciousness. 


Yet, this is only the beginning of ones enlightenment into this self fulfillment. A foundation of sorts to build out the complete structure of a life well lived. Finding the courage to resist paying back all the emotional debt accumulated by you, and stopping just long enough to shine your forgiveness down upon those same debtors owed to you.  


Loving others, in the way we love ourselves is the crescendo of personal ascension in life. Suppressing our ego's yearning  and not betraying our motivation to truly connect to that part in others we feel in ourselves. Peace lies at the doorstep of our ability to transform the possessive child in all of us, to the emotionally evolved being, we all long to somehow be.


Time is the commodity of life, that no one can hoard. No matter how hard we try, it slips through our grasp each and every day to pile up behind us as the memories we hold onto. Realizing, it's not about what we've done, but what we're doing transforms the heart, as well as the soul.



This phrase came to me as I read a poem the other day from a wonderful web poet I follow. It seemed to define how her words struck me as I read them. Her poetry often strikes a sense of the struggles of the heart and mind in the search for reconciliation. We've all felt the heavy hand of loss, and its grip on the heart, as we fight to throw off its weight. Often poetry and lyrics define this expression within us, as the writers pain spills into their verses, we feel it as our very own. Buried beneath the surface of our daily lives, these scars sit mostly undisturbed by the normal events of our routines, yet these intrepid words, dig at us somehow to uncover bits of the pain all over again. There is a place in most of us, thats so tender and delicate, we hesitate to share it with just anyone. Once reserved for intimate connections, the moment we offer up the part of us we guard the most, vulnerability is the only outcome. We live in hopes of never realizing that possibility of losing what we cherish most, but ultimately that loss always comes. Permanency is the fallacy that lures us to this alter of enchantment, but everything is transitory in the story of life. That feeling of euphoria surrounding this unleashing of our concealed inner being is akin to the high people get from all enjoyable thrills, but because we've thrown our hearts into the mix, any disappointment will turn us upside down. Masked by the enchantment of our romantic posture, acceptance of the true discord of time is what’s actually at stake. Peace is the absence of suffering, coming only after we reconcile the past, and find the joy of the now. It’s the only moment we truly have to embrace and engage...