Nothing exists, yet anything can. Anything we could ever want is within our realm of creation, but just because something is created does not mean it is law. We created religion, power, money, and perhaps the most insane — time. What an illusion time is. Oh, the ways we allow it to scare us. “There’s not enough time to do this…” But what else will we do?
And how about restrictions we put on time, in the form of deadlines? The end of a day? The end of a week, month, year, or decade? We collectively create false timelines for people to follow, and lead them to heartache and devastation when they miss the cutoff society set for them. More devastating are the restrictions we put on people. We say “Sorry, Dr. Bogatti. You cannot attend the funeral of a patient you only met once but loved dearly. It’s unprofessional.” “Sorry, young Alyse. You cannot get a driver’s license, pick your husband, or go to college. You are a woman.” “Sorry, Mr. Douglas. We don’t allow men to marry other men in this state, regardless of how much you two love each other.” “Sorry, Yojira family. I understand your home country is being blown to smithereens, but we don’t accept people for refuge here.” Who are we to decide any of these things? Who gave us the power?
We also put frightening restrictions on ourselves. Consider this moment – are you doing what you want to be doing? Are you with who you wish to be with? Are you making the amount of money you want, living where you’d like, learning the material you’d like to know? The answer is likely no to most of these rhetorical questions. And why? Why can’t you be painting on a beach, watching the sunset and enjoying the sound of the ocean waves crashing upon the shore? Why can’t you leave an abusive relationship you’re in, escape it’s turmoil and find love within yourself? Why can’t you run a multi-million business with no prior experience? Why can’t you wake up every morning in a cabin, overlooking a never-ending lake, resting comfortable between two mountains? Is it because of your 9-5 job? Is it because you don’t have the courage to jump and let your wings build themselves on the way down? Are you worried about what the people you love will think — or worse, what strangers will think? I am, too, friend.
I am, too.