Reflection: 2022

We're all scrambling like a mess trying to get a glimpse of something that doesn't even really exist. Why are we rushing to get to the end of our story when we already know how it's going to end? Nothing can be found in our lust for completion. It is a journey that rewards you with nothing but a shiny, empty gauntlet that dazzles but lacks substance and meaning. There has to be more to this life than our shallow need to satisfy the hunger of our egos. How much longer can we self-sabotage ourselves? Our suffering has sabotaged us of our greatest potential. For me, this past year felt like being pushed into a reflective pool of discomfort. You have no choice but to learn how to swim just so you can catch your breath. It was all about vulnerability, and getting acquainted with each and every single piece of myself that hurt me. I have been my own worst enemy for most of my life. The truth is, nobody was telling me to do or be anything. I put too much pressure on myself, I oppressed myself because I was afraid of the unknown that came with the possibility of true peace. I don't always need to have something to say. I don't need to perform to make people like me. I don't need to react to everything that bothers me. I can simply be still without any explanation or purpose. I don't have to prove my existence. Since I'm already here, I'll take it as a sign that I am meant to be here. You're meant to be here too.