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No one person is any more or less worthy of life, love, and good things than another, no matter the circumstance. All the reasons we assume qualify or disqualify us from “being worthy” actually have no bearing. We are all enough. We did not show up here incomplete. Worth is universal.
I think we are all born into this world as a unique assembly of raw material. It is how we cultivate that raw material and utilize it to meet the moment that makes us who we are, and I firmly believe each and every one of us has the gifts and the little spark of madness we need in order to fulfill our purpose. It is our job to keep the embers of our purpose alive at all costs, so when the mighty winds of opportunity blow, there will be nothing short of an act of God to stop our fire from burning.
Hopefully, someday, endeavoring to do the inner work will be as highly regarded and respected by society as the outer work. Until that day, we must remember that our mental health is worth the uphill battle, worth every tiny decision we make every day on our own behalf. Therefore seeking help and striving to get better beyond the destructive dialogue our culture and our hopelessness is feeding us is not a sign of weakness; on the contrary, it is the strongest, bravest thing we can do for ourselves.
The immediate aftermath of a death feels something like this: Briefly, when you wake up in the morning, your brain lingers between wakefulness and a dream-state, you temporarily forget the vast empty anguish you fell asleep holding, and if only for a moment, you’re free. This borrowed peace lasts until all at once you’re coherent and—BAM—you’re welcomed to full consciousness by a sucker punch of pain, a daily reckoning reminding you that every new dawn you find yourself alive is another day they’re gone. How much easier would it be to sleep forever than face the full force of reality every morning?
If you were to graph the course of my life from the last five years up to now, it would probably resemble a strong, steady line, registering only a few slight spikes and dips, but not unlike what I imagine the flight path of an airplane would look like once it’s reached a cruising altitude.
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