Rise.
Transform.
Let it all burn.
Away.
Tag: inspirational
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Some people don’t like it when you rise to the top.
They cannot stand that you’re successful.
And so I’ve learned…
Not to be afraid of being an asshole.
Whether on purpose or not.
To someone, somewhere, you will always be one.
Some people can’t stand it when you resist.
They cannot deal with the fact you’re not taking it like a champ when they’re beating you down.
And they only see what they want to see.
Through their own pain and suffering.
Their level of understanding and beliefs.
As much as anyone would love to make someone else see things differently, it might just be impossible.
And so you must live with that.
Deal with it.
When you have the tools to handle it, you can come through the other side even better.
As we seek love and acceptance, this may be no easy task.
To accept that sometimes we won’t be loved and accepted.
And to love…
First and foremost.
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I wanted things to happen sooner…
Faster. Quicker. Now.
And hearing the message of patience…
It made my eyes roll.
Again you tell me to wait.
How much longer can I wait?
So many years…
Just wait, wait, and wait!
The pain of waiting wasn’t nice.
But I couldn’t stop waiting.
Fortunately, I wasn’t just waiting.
I kept going forward, doing things.
There are still many things I want.
Things to achieve, to do.
Or are there?
Needless to say, it’s not a must.
I’m still waiting, and yet I’m not.
I have plans, wishes, dreams.
But instead…
I feel like taking it slow.
Results are evident.
Inside and out.
A lot of things are easier now.
Worries are fading away.
It feels like I don’t need patience anymore.
I’m enjoying what is becoming of me.
I watch myself transform.
With wonder.
I’m excited to see what’s next.
I find joy all around me.
And within me.
This is it.
I’m becoming free as I let go.
And I’m gaining more than ever.
I now know who I was always meant to be.
The wait is over. -
Happiness is a place in your heart.
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I forgive myself for…
Not speaking up.
Hesitating.
Not taking action.
I forgive myself for…
Letting myself down countless times.
Not being there for myself.
Hiding, avoiding, running away.
I forgive myself for…
Not loving myself enough.
Not standing up for myself and others.
Allowing fear to control my life.
I forgive myself for…
Not being kind to myself.
Not letting my inner child roam free.
Not accepting myself as a whole.
I forgive myself for…
Holding onto pain and things for too long.
Distancing myself from the world.
Not allowing love and joy to enter my heart. -
I feel a power within me.
Incredibly powerful.
It seems as if I could move mountains and nobody could ever take me down.
Others should even be afraid instead.
It seems as if there’s a fire burning inside.
One that cannot be put out.
I feel as if I’m the most powerful in the world.
It’s difficult to describe…
An immense force.
Power.
Fire.
As if fears are melting inside it slowly, and finally burn to ashes and disappear in the wind.
And it seems like finally…
Finally, I am returning to me.
Who I always was and was meant to be.
Finally.
I am coming home.
Home.
Within my true self. -
Being myself feels like a quest of a lifetime.
Loving myself.
Staying true to myself.
Showing up for myself.
Standing up for myself.
It’s one of the hardest things to do—shining my own light in a world that keeps trying to shove me into a box and close it tight. I may not stand out. I may not be myself. Being me is wrong. My whole existence is wrong. Not normal.
I’ve failed so many times. I didn’t stand up for myself. I did not speak up. I’ve been afraid. I still am at times.
And that’s okay.
I’m learning. I’ve never loved myself like this before.
I often fail to look back and recognize how far I’ve come. Despite the fear and hesitation. I did do a lot of things to make sure that my light doesn’t fade into the grey thick fog or gets boxed up forever.
I am brave.
I am incredibly grateful for all the blessings in my life and all the people I’ve met who showed me kindness and provided support. On this journey of mine.
I am so powerful.
I couldn’t see it before. So strong and powerful that it’s almost hard to believe. A side of me that has been locked away inside me. Crucial to make me whole. Now becoming free.
Exploring the depths of me.
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Life is…
…too short to not…
Give up caring what others think.
Stop worrying about things that don’t matter.
Stop doing what you hate.
Let go of fear.
End conformity and let your true self shine.
…too fragile to not…
Cherish every moment.
Savour the essence of life.
Allow love to enter your body and soul.
Stand tall for yourself and others.
Fight for what truly matters.
…too precious to not…
Open your eyes to the truth.
Feel joy even when facing pain and suffering.
Clear your heart of hatred.
Be kind.
Live.
P.S. Life always finds a way. -
When I was a kid, maybe around 6 or 7 years old, I remember standing under a plum tree near my apartment building at the time. My hands touched the tree and I was thinking…
Why do I see things the way I see?
Why am I me?
It’s one of my earliest memories that I am sure wasn’t a dream. And yet, in my memory, I can see myself not only as I remember it—in first person’s view—but also as if I were a bird, flying above and looking at myself from the sky.
I try to see myself as another person would, but I always feel like I am being pushed back to look at myself like a bird does.
I never thought of why my memory is like this. I guess it doesn’t matter.
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Later in life, around the beginning of my teen years, I remember being asked what I would want to achieve in life.
Or was it… what would I want to do when I grew up? It’s usually the latter question that children get asked.
It wasn’t things like becoming a police officer like my father anymore. As a small child, I never put thought into what I truly wished to become or do when I grew up.
As a teen, I had no profession or title in mind. I just remember thinking…
I want to be free. Free to do whatever I want and be happy.
So simple and pure. A straightforward guide. The foundation. The core that can help build the life I truly want.
But somewhere along the way…
I fell asleep.
. . .
In my twenties, I discovered truths that had changed my life forever.
I moved continents away from home and discovered new amazing things, including spirituality, and started making my way to…
Myself.
Yet, at 30 I found myself missing something. Even if my mind couldn’t grasp it at first.
You got what you wanted. You moved where you wanted to. You have a nicer place to live in and your career is progressing great.
Why are you not happy?
What is missing in your life?
For the first time in five years, I began to miss home.
Sounds simple, but it wasn’t.
Sure, I missed the beautiful plains, hills, woods and lakes, and the beautiful sandy beaches, but…
I soon began to realize that my soul was hungry.
Once more, I opened my eyes.
I was awake.
I could hear again what my heart was whispering. And learned why my soul was screaming. I just couldn’t hear any of it clearly.
And then I traveled back into my memories.
Why am I me?
And why am I here?
What is my purpose?
I lie awake now. Eyes wide open. Fixed on the target.
I shall continue my journey with a certain heart.
My spirit shall guide me.
Always improving and becoming better?
Yes, but that’s because…
I’m revealing my true self.
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When I was writing this piece, I ended up at the gates of compassion, love and forgiveness. You might be wondering…
What part does Hitler play in all of this? Didn’t he do horrible things and bring so much pain and devastation to people and the world?
I have contemplated on my writing and how I have expected to see a very different person behind my old pieces. However, I have realized that the only difference between the person from back then who wrote those pieces and the person I am now are my beliefs. Like layers, I have peeled them off in the past years revealing more of my core. And then I have come to a question:
Do we really change or do we simply peel off the layers of social conditioning and all the other things that hid us away, and start blooming like a flower?
Ultimately at our core, we are not bad. We just get covered up with junk that stops us from being our authentic selves. We might do unkind things sometimes, but we are not evil. And when I remember forgiveness, I start to wonder…
Do unforgivable acts really exist? Is there anything unforgivable at all?
Even the most atrocious, cruel and evil act can be forgiven by a truly loving soul. A soul in a state of unconditional love. That true and pure love for yourself, everything and everyone around you. The love of all that is.
After all this contemplation and several realizations, I’ve arrived at the doorstep of Adolf Hitler.
Despite all that he’s done (and imagine that you are a survivor of that time, that you’ve been in one of the camps and have endured unimaginable things, and that he is still alive) could you go to him, hug him, and say that you love him and forgive him and that it’s okay?
And if he’d come for you again, you’d fight with all you’ve got, just not for revenge and not from your own pain or anger, but to simply protect yourself. If need be, this time let his eyes close for good, but with love and compassion.
From here you can maybe already imagine the power a true unconditional love harbors. (If this example doesn’t work for you, imagine the person who has hurt you the most in your life.)
I don’t mean that what he’s done is okay. I don’t even mean that you should actually go and forgive someone in person or even let them know that you did at all. Just look at all those people who do bad things, who hurt others, who hurt you.
Look at them. Watch them. Observe them. Can’t you see?
All those layers. All that pain. All those disempowering beliefs.
Once you truly start seeing what’s behind all of those actions and masks that people wear, you will notice that you are no longer afraid of them or affected by them. That doesn’t make people less dangerous if they actually intend to do harm, but you will gain clarity and be able to prevent anyone from harming you on many levels.
By stepping into a state of being where all you see is love, you can be compassionate, you can forgive anything, you can see the beautiful cores hidden under the layers of pain, feeling not enough and many other disempowering beliefs.
Freedom is in love and so is power. True power.
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