I wrote this little piece last week actually …
It’s straight out of my journal and although personal, I feel it touches on an immensely important theme …
Things are not always as they appear to be from our outside perspective … our judgements and assumptions are our own lens and sometimes we forget that they do not always reflect reality or the others experience.
I have found this no matter what I do in life or no matter where I am … others have looked at my life as if I am living “the dream” and that they forget that I too am human and although I may be living my dream … that dream comes with work, love, sorrow, joy, bliss, pain, and sadness … I am not exempt from the human experience … and all of its beautiful truth.
With my love … I hope you enjoy …
My legs are brown but my heart is heavy …
things are not always what they seem …
why is it that we tend to look outside of our own being for fulfillment … happiness … joy … ?
why is it that if our imaginations are so incredible, able, capable, vast that we create imaginary fantasy lives of other people and then envy them? Don’t we realize that is we took the time to fantasize for ourselves and our own lives our dreams would become reality? Or is that too scary a possibility … what if … ?
What if?
Too much vulnerability there … too much what ifs … like what if I try and I fail? What if it doesn’t’ work out? What if she/he says no? What if I do it and find out it isn’t my dream?
So we stay in the fantasy of the idea … rather than allowing it to become real … or sabotage it so it doesn’t work the way we think it should or is supposed to … only to prove to ourselves it would have never worked out anyway … and then we get to be right … so deliciously right …
Humans are such weird creatures … aren’t we?
We spend more time wishing for things we don’t have instead of appreciating and enjoying the things we do … wanting and lusting after things we don’t actually want and refusing to accept and invite the things we actually do … preferring the crap because it’s familiar instead of choosing something different because it feels uncomfortable …
We hate uncomfortable.
We hate it so much that we avoid it at all costs … even if it means losing our health, vitality, and freedom … we try to tell ourselves we don’t have a choice … but we do …
We do, dear one, we do.
Blessings <3
jenn