Of course.
Of course it is easier to ignore the ache in our belly; pulsing, begging for change in the way we act, speak, breathe.
Of course it is easier to swallow the instructions handed to us the day we escaped our mother’s birth canal to “Do as we say, not as we do” even though the sentence tastes like nails every time it is recited.
Of course it is easier to be reluctant to the narratives challenging our entire identity and upbringing than it is to open our eyes and ears to who they’ve bred us to be.
Understand you are worth not just a seat, but capable of building a new table. Your birthright is to exist. To create. To kill and re-birth. To take up space that the marrow of your bones demand just like the man that cut in front of me at Starbucks this morning. Being silent in the presence of injustice makes you complicit in the harm. Especially in accordance to your personal freedom. Watching your subconscious is both a practice and a process. You won’t change over night but when you are consistent in calling yourself out on harmful thoughts and behaviors, you take up precedence in the grand scheme of change. Not just for your world, but for the world at large. The voice in your head is louder than you think.
I do not beg. I merely ask you to
please,
heal loudly.
This construct of time in conjunction to wisdom is not accurate. Who are you to decide how the God of the universe adheres to the past, present and future? Who are you to decide if a stranger on the street perceives your tears or grin or screams? Who are you to decide how a flower petal falls after picking it? I’ll tell you who you are;
No one.
No one and everyone.
Your decisions are currency in this world. What you do deciphering them or manipulating them has no power. The waves will do what they do. The wind will too. So own the tracks you’ve tread. Claim the ground you’ve covered. Yell the lessons you’ve learned.
And don’t for a second think your weakness makes you small. Because what could be bigger than the ecosystem of these planets,
carpets,
cathedrals
we call home?