I received a message from a friend of mine from Africa Yesterday, and I would like to share the attached video with you.
I’m thinking about scars and the way life marks us and the way we lick our wounds just like animals; at first, we’re certain they won’t heal, but we forget about them entirely in a couple of years. And yet it’s the wounds and the scars that make us so special, unique, so alive. We really should fill them with gold to emphasise them so they’re visible in the dark and to turn them into something wonderful, like creating an atlas of the soul, one that is surely to be unique.
Everything happens for a reason. For me, that isn’t only something we say, but is more like a mysterious bowl full of lessons and magical dust somewhere high up above us, probably among the stars or near the mystical rainbow. Each of us has our own, which is why I find it so incredible that we all get our own fill of good, less good, and very hard, so we can rise to the next level in life. We’re all uncertain, confused and wandering in the dark at some point in our lives, because we can’t find our way, and there’s a point in time when we hide beneath the surface, because we sincerely don’t want to be found, we need time to put our thoughts in order, to find meaning, or simply to enjoy the silence without fretting about the world around us. The love we feel for ourselves is crucial. Don’t disregard the fact you should first protect yourself, and only then think of others. Life demands us to play a variety of roles, which is why society has taught us to forget about ourselves and our own needs. So stop and ask yourself: Where am I? Am I happy? Am I following my own path, the one meant for me, the one which will help me grow?
I find peace when I focus on my thoughts and listen to the rhythm of my heart, but I am also able to let go, when it all becomes too much. Life has taught me that things can be very demanding and dark at first, and the next moment they calm down and so does the mind. It’s a self-defence system ensures that we don’t mull over the same problem over and over again, because we’d lose it, if we did. So just let go. It doesn’t mean you’re going to forget, but give yourself time to breathe and live normally, because if you pay close attention, life continues along the tracks no matter the personal issues, and so much beauty surrounds us, if we can only sense it. When I’m troubled, I have an almost subconscious way of turning to the same ritual; cleaning the apartment and organizing the closets. I guess I sound a way to channel my thoughts and energy elsewhere. Physical activity is tiring and distracts the mind, which allows me to calm my thoughts at least to some extent. We all have a way of doing it , we just have to find a way. I believe we can become wiser and get to the bottom of things, if we allow ourselves to take time. And only then can we calmly look for scars that were left, but as it was said in the video, the past doesn’t mark us forever, it’s just lessons learned. And perhaps there is no reason we’re supposed to grasp. At least not in this lifetime.
Keep your imaginary bowl filled with liquid gold close to you. Try to visualize drinking it. It tastes incredibly pleasant and fresh, the gold slowly spreads throughout the entire body and stops, where the wounds are. Some of them may not be healed yet, others are old and you’ve probably forgotten about them, but they’re there and they’re part of you. Without them, you’d be an entirely different person, and you don’t want that, because I know you’re wonderful and as flawless as anybody in this world. The gold has a special glitter where the heart is and it turns into light, which surrounds you and shines on others. We are filled with light and an unbelievable source of inspiration to everyone around us precisely because of the experiences we’ve had, because of the falls we’ve picked ourselves up from, because of the road into the unknown we’ve taken, and the ventures that lifted us up. The wiggly scars are an imaginary river that starts above the eyebrow, where I was hurt as a little girl, continues on the bottom lip, where I got stitches after a fall, and then down toward the heart, where there are many, and even further down to the belly, where the bad things stack and refuse to leave us. A map of golden roads and streets, which I love, because I’ve learned to admire myself and what I’ve become.
I am proud of my scars. I wouldn’t change them for anything in the world. They’re lessons of life that are running through my veins, reaching you and then coming back to me. After all, we’re all part of this gold river, sometimes on the surface, other times beneath it, but each with our own mission.
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