Oftentimes, we forget we are a becoming. A growing, evolving, soul. Pain, happiness, content are like a soft, velvet, blanket. We sink in, we want to give in to the cozy. The warmth inside the blanket seduces us to almost believe it is not we who own it. Tell me, are we not the sun? Warmth & fire. Light & happening. Nothing is greater than our becoming. Nothing is more important than what we are to make of ourselves. We cannot stay. We cannot stop. We cannot forget. We need to blaze. Look inside you, listen to the rush of your blood pacing through your veins. Feel the vibrating cells make merry. Oh, you are so much! Let the blanket not hide away your light. Let the world see and feel your thunder. Let the soil smile with the warmth of your touch. You're beautiful. Understand and accept it, because there's no other definition of what you are.š¹
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