Deep Rest

Being at peace makes me think of acceptance. It means surrendering and admitting to things I cannot change now.

It's not easy to get to this point today. There is constant pressure to do, achieve, and get somewhere. We face schedules, obligations, and promises. A world where we don't want to disappoint.

Feeling not enough keeps us striving for something more. Doing things to our detriment. Only to feel even further from something that brings us inner peace. Only to feel that something is lacking.

What are we yearning for? We try not to miss out... eventually, though, we miss out on the most important. This hurts, so we numb the pain.

We distract ourselves with consumption: food, alcohol, social media, sex, drugs. We cling on to quick fixes. We have meaningless relationships and we feel lonelier than ever. We obsess over our physical looks, perfecting appearances. So, we work even harder. We overcompensate repeatedly for something. Something that doesn't even make sense. We want to somehow feel just a glimpse of... what exactly? But none of these feel right. None of these are satisfying.What do you think we are really after?

There is a deep, vast emptiness. And there is nothing that can fill the void. We are left feeling like an empty shell. What do we really want in this world? Does it even matter when life feels so much, yet we are so tiny and vulnerable in it.

They say the universe doesn't give a fuck about anyone. I believe it's true. The universe has its own business to worry about.

I'd like to say that there is hope. Some people know about this deep down, while others need reminders. Maybe I need a reminder too.

The universe handed each of us a tiny gift when we came to this world. How I see it, it's our responsibility to look after this delicate gift as much as we can. We can only do our best, make the most of what we have.

We don't know what it can mean to us. But that's all we really have. It's invisible yet we can feel its presence. So, it slowly becomes part of us. Deep down, we know it's there. And if we are honest, we know that everything else is meaningless in this existence.

There is magic to believing that this gift truly exists, and it is beyond comprehension. It feels like a warm embrace. Like it is a fracture of the universe itself. A miracle. The fact that it's handed to us is the proof that we are worthy.

There is nothing else to it. Its future is up to us. We get to decide if we want it to live, to thrive. We nourish it or not. We love it or not. We let it experience pain, sorrow, fear, challenges, but laughter too. We get to decide of its future. It's in our hands if we let it connect to other fractured pieces of the universe, so that it feels connected again. It feels at home through us.

If we do well, our tiny gift becomes our home. In return, we have somewhere to rest; we can come home to this place in ourselves. And when we do, we find ourselves connected and one again with something greater than us. But this time it doesn't feel vulnerable; rather, it feels like a strong bond that becomes stronger through us each time we show love to it.

A bond that's always meant to be there to remind us how much bigger than life we all really are.

Have a great day,

Judit