Being a highly sensitive person, I have always projected the same self-image onto others. Expecting everyone to understand and feel the pain they inflict and be receptive to the love with vulnerability. People come from different worlds (as the world is a mental projection) and evolve differently based on how aware their consciousness is.
As I have come to the 3rd lap of this chronological life, I have observed that individualism is so life-affirming that it shatters all the existing bonds that are weeds in your garden. I have always been an empathetic child, evolving from an unaware empathy to a discerning empathy as I continue to grow up. At the same time, I have matured into a disheartening understanding that people are blind to their self-obsession and desires and that they are closed to an unbound love which can shake up their entire world.
I continue to be vulnerable, open, and surrendered as love gushes through me so as to give people a taste who, in my view, have been in need and are worthy. However, with the desire and a twisted obsession with owning things and people, the unbound pure love gets lost. The lack of awareness, no sense of honesty to oneself, turns the seduction into absolute debauchery, even without touching. Energy is so palpable and powerful that it permeates and tells you everything without a filter.
My realisation about love is that it is experienced in a momentless moment, and when it happens, it is so illuminating that it threatens even the shadow of your existence. This realisation has matured into an epiphany that social restrictive bonds are such a doom because it is contradictory to the principle of Love. Only if you allow it to consume you wholly without even wincing, letting yourself be devoured by the unknown, do you actually live for the first time. I remember the first time I had this experience almost 7 years ago, while merely watching a mango tree. If a static tree is capable of inspiriting you, imagine a more vibrant, flowing energy of love emanating from a conscious human being. What is lost to me is that people refuse to dive deep, find meaning in the deeper aspects of life, and excavate their life so much that nothing remains undiscovered, which is the true purpose and discovery of life. Let all emotions screech through you, let yourself be uninhibited (with awareness), let yourself be dissolved so much that your separate existence becomes effortful to sustain…. Die to love so that you become it!
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