Breathe in. Breathe out. Blood and oxygen. Life. Close your eyes, listen to that beat. With each passing second, the full magic of existence flows through you, yet we are often untuned. Disconnected. Connected to the wrong things at the wrong time and to the wrong people, wedged between our love for working ourselves sick and wanting time-off to recharge. So we knuckle down, bond more strings from our minds to our hearts to our wearying roster, until we wake up and press repeat.
Listen to that beat. Each minute, the radiant source of Life emanates from you, yet we shut it off, reach for the device, scroll down, tap tap. Disconnected but so connected, our lights dimmed by the glow of the outside world, often too distracted by it to look inwardly at our own glimmering souls. Too concerned with the other shiny humans around us, like moths to a bulb, we gravitate outward, mistaking our light for nothing but a flickering candle in an already bright room. Too small to make a difference. Too small to have a voice. We are swayed by a widely held opinion that the value of human life can be crowned to a superior set of phenomenona, knacks, and genetics. As if we were not all birthed from the same soil, as if we were not all fashioned with thought and principle, and as if we were not all cut from the same fabric of that which orchestrated the heavens and everything below it.
Do you hear that? That voice asking you to stop? To look around? To listen to the seashells? To take in the city lights and feel the wind’s breath in your lungs? In an inexplicable language and with a heartbeat of its own, not limited by space and time, the soul hears what the mind refuses to acknowledge. Are you listening?
