What Gives Life Meaning?

What is it that gives life meaning? A purpose. Brings happiness.

Is it that big fancy house? That promotion? Shiny new wheels in your garage? That hot date on a Friday night? Those branded clothes and accessories you spent your whole month’s paycheck on?

Or is it something else?

Meaning can be found in just about anything, if you want to.

If you stay asleep. Drug yourself. Talk yourself into it. Lie to yourself. Make yourself believe that it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Or were you gently rocked into it? Since the day you were born.

What is it that gives life meaning?

When you can no longer stay asleep.

When your gaze can’t stop at the veil, but always wanders beyond it.

When everything around you becomes background noise.

And someone else speaks to you from within.

Your soul.

Into Silence

I’ve traveled far, through time and space.

Eager to escape, to disappear without a trace.

I’ve fallen asleep, then awoke again.

My dreams laid a path, through an invisible plain.

I’ve followed the stars, shining in the sky.

Stumbled on rocks, until I was ready to fly.

I’ve lost myself, drowning in noise.

Then stepped into silence, by making a choice.

I’ve let go of my chains, holding me tight.

Nothing else mattered, it felt so right.

I’ve forgotten already, the howls of the wind.

The sound of rain, falling on my window sill.

I’ve descended, through grey gloomy clouds above.

Enjoying the cold air, again I walk the lands I love.

My Darkness

My darkness calls out to me once more.

Nonthreatening, it reaches out to me.

Come back to me.

Engulfing all I know with the darkest shadows of my soul.

I raise my eyes from the map I’ve been following and look around.

This is it.

Embracing me.

This is not the way I am supposed to go.

It’s set ablaze.

Turned into ashes.

So foreign.

The road is left behind.

Death comes.

I fade to black.

I take its hand.

We are one again.

Your Most Powerful Weapon

Society seems to be designed a certain way. You and I must follow the rules or endure judgement and exclusion. At best.

But why is it that we cannot stray from the perfectly painted lines? Why must our lives follow the paths set for us? By others, too of flesh and blood. Just like us.

For those of us, restless. Who cannot conform, bend to anyone’s will. There is a variety of weapons to choose from. To fight our way through. Just to live our truth, create and follow our own path.

The most powerful of them all is always with us. Within us. It is the heart. And that is all we need. Because tearing your heart open for the world to see is your most powerful weapon. It creates waves that transcend time and space, and uplifts others to live their truth. It changes the world.

Follow your heart and let it speak. It may not be easy, but it is the most rewarding way to live. It is the source of true joy and happiness.

Beauty Despite The Pain

There are times when I stop understanding. Things like hatred towards other human beings. Just because they are the way they are. Just because… they exist.

When I step away from fear and into love, I can no longer grasp why. Why is there even a need to shun those who aren’t even harming anyone. Those who just wish to be themselves, to live.

Why did we design a world like this? Yes. We did. It’s all in our hands to change it. Just because things are the way they are doesn’t mean they should be like this.

Walking through life asleep. Afraid. Surviving. That’s all so many of us have known, and we don’t even know it. It’s safer that way. But is it life?

I like those times when I stop understanding. When I’m awake. When I look around and see the beauty despite the pain.

Fearless

I’ve been afraid for so long.

Hiding away.

So many worries and fears had surrounded me.

Scary thoughts still creep up on me.

But I feel a calm like never before.

I just know I can never have it all.

Unless I step into the light.

Leave the shadows behind me.

Many of these fears weren’t even mine.

Like restless spirits, they’ve been haunting those around me.

I am letting them go.

They can no longer hold onto me.

We will meet again with some of them.

And new ones may show up in my life.

But I want to remember, always.

I came fearless into this world.

It’s Time

He who sleeps inside.
The eyes have opened.

Let me out, let me go.

He who slept inside.
Knocking on the door.

Let me out, let me go.

He who opened his eyes.
It is time to run now.

Let me out, let me go.

He who is suffocating.
The lungs are starving for fresh air.

Let me out, let me go.

He who cries at night.
It has been too long.

Let me out, let me go.

He who existed silently.
This life is worth living.

Let me out, let me go.

He who is breaking free.
It is time to fly.

Let him out, let him go.

Royalty

I didn’t ask for anyone to lead me, but so many felt like they needed to.
I never wanted anyone to hold my hand and guide me, but yet someone still felt the need to drag me their way.
Those boulders on my path were never really that scary, but the voices around me told otherwise.
Holding hands high, they were praying to a god I stopped believing in so long ago.
I never wanted to be ruled, but they tried anyway.
I only wanted to be free, but I allowed their chains to wrap around my body and soul.
Lost in an illusion that I couldn’t let go.
When I snapped my chains, I put a crown on my head unknowingly.
Who could’ve thought that I was a royalty.

Magical Afternoon

He played the piano as I laid on the sofa, reading a book.
The sun was peeking into the room through tall, arched windows.
The wind was gently moving the curtains.
A patterned carpet covered the old wooden floor.
The fireplace sat still.

My thoughts drifted away into a cabin in the woods.
Playing the piano with open doors.
Forest creatures gathering to listen to it.
Almost like in a fairy tale.
Fingers dancing on the keys.
Playing the piano was I.

I opened my eyes to look through the windows.
Green, lush trees swayed in the wind.
Watching him and myself was I.
From another corner of the room.

Such a beautiful melody.
Singing to my soul.
He was playing the piano.
He was I.