The Missing Part Of Yourself

You speak to me as though you are completely sure that you are human. That that’s all you are and that’s all you ever have been, or maybe you have never even thought about it that way. But surely you have, because if I have, then why not you? Do we not all go through the same stages in human development? Is this not why we are grouped with those of similar ages?

You speak to me as if it’s just normal… it’s a given that we would be able to communicate with each other. As if we’re not just two masses of meat and energy sitting on the floor, occupying space. Sitting on the carpet like a glorified couch that talks and creates waste and consumes.

You treat yourself as if you are punishing your body for imprisoning you all these years. You hide inside yourself and do what others tell you to do because you’re scared, but it’s okay to be scared. We are all scared at different points, but being scared doesn’t always mean scary things are actually happening.

We are blessed in this day and age to not have to work as hard as our human ancestors and I believe that is an evolution designed to bring us into the age of understanding and ascension. We have figured out how to survive and thrive (albeit sometimes at the expense of other species) on this planet and have put ourselves into a position in which it is now easier to live than ever before — speaking as a citizen of the United States, at least.

I believe that the only logical response to not having to try so hard is taking the time to truly explore yourself and your inner world. We are taught that life’s goal is to find the missing part of yourself in another person (via love and whatnot), but I say why not find the missing part of yourself inside of yourself? It’s there just waiting for you. You’re there just waiting for you. You are the only one who can make yourself whole. You are the only one who can make yourself feel whole. You are the only one who can make yourself feel.

You are the only one who can truly make you happy, regardless of the conditions we sometimes put on our happiness. I have known what it was to be happy in my life before, but I have never known contentment until now. I have found the peace inside myself and I am so glad that I stuck out all the pain and fear to find what I believe. I have found heaven inside myself and I live there now. A few months ago I couldn’t get out of bed and today I walked ten miles around the city just for the fun of it.

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