i have only ever found the deepest truths through stillness, through living. it never came through the noise. through the tv, social media, music, any of it. it came at my quietest hour. it came when i was out interacting with the nature of life. i learnt more about me in the world than through screens dictating who i should be.
it was a funny thing to observe. i watch videos and after 15 minutes decide that to be the best way forward! i take it and i run with it! i have no idea what i am doing. i follow so blindly. there was no secret ingredient. there never was. i searched page after page, video after video, post after post. ah hah! i found it! no. truth does not come in any other way than through existence itself. you have cluttered truth. in my most silent hour is the when i become human again. no longer a performance for your taking.
and i cannot get enough. i want more life. more truth. more unknown. the further i get from the illusion of it all the more life becomes life. the more each day brings a surprise. and oh my the surprises are exciting. all since i stay open. i stay receptive to what is. and i only worry for today.
i lose myself in the what ifs, my mind wandering into the future. that is not mine to fret for. i do not know what is next but i am so excited for it. i am addicted to exploring. to find the quietest corners, to find the prettiest coffee shops, to meet myself in ways i have never seen.
is that not intriguing? to know there are parts of you to still meet. to still uncover and let flourish. you lose yourself the second you take one identity and run with it. what a trap.
how would you ever know your own capacity for greatness? you didn’t even try?
there was no greatness in the scrolling. in the watching another’s greatness. it was only ever found in the living.