The Colors of our Suffering
Why do some of us suffer and some of us do not? Perhaps not in the same way; everyone suffers. There are junkies, homeless, schizophrenics, starving people, folks in prison, the sexually assaulted and raped, addicts, cancer patients, and the lost and lonely. All of this hurts, and a lot of this is not our fault. Why do we agonize? It hurts that the world is so full of this anguish, and I believe we cannot shut it out. We have to feel it, our fellow man’s pain, even if we try to block it out.
Setting aside that we shut out our own pain; we push that down and swallow as well. We cut ourselves with self-criticism, self-hate, and self-persecution. We crucify ourselves over and over again. We are all secretly searching for a paradise far away, stillness within, or to simply escape from the reality that follows us everywhere.
We are butterflies, being born in our cocoons, struggling and struggling to get free from the casing that has kept us asleep during our transformation. If only we knew that this struggle, this battling of wings against the walls of our prison is what will enable us to fly. We will emerge a world with much wisdom; a sweet solitary journey full of peace awaits us. We will be rescued from our alien ancestors, a messiah born again that descends to this earth to save us, we will wash away our pain, or we will have a global awaking that spreads from feeling our fellow man’s pain and validates it. Whatever the journey of transformation you take, I believe you are on this path as am I. I believe in hope, heaven, and peace for all. I believe in the sweet stillness that was granted to us without us owing anything. I believe that nature is kind, not cruel, we just have to accept this, and that our journey as a planet through a web of lies, pain and suffering will provide us a gift that we cannot imagine, yet hold in our hearts every day that we suffer. Let our wings break free when we are ready, so that we can fly, transform, and live new. Let us dance on the breeze and flash our beautiful colors that came from endless days buried, oppressed, and longing.