The simple yet amazing purpose of a flower. From a seed until it blooms, it is not only the fulfillment of its purpose but also marveled while making everyone smile by simply existing.
Sometimes it feels that we are going from wave to wave and in the space between them is when we get to be a little bit more human. When we talk about purpose, everything feels so big, so wide, so open, like a growth that needs to happen to fit into this purpose. Other times it feels like nothing, that there's room for the possibility of no purpose at all. To just live, simply, happy, in peace, in love, to just enjoy the flavors of life. This is the dance that is constantly being danced. The idea that there is something too big to do and the treasure that life itself is already big enough and that we can just enjoy it as it is. Sometimes the vision of things I want to do gets so big and vast that I fear I won't have enough time in this lifetime for that, other times I remember that our journeys are our purpose and that I shall cherish each step of it. I remember prayers I said to the fire, to the medicines, I also remember what they asked for in return, and sometimes I reflect on those prayers and answers. Then I guess somehow things make sense, especially when I feel my tiny human quality, the place where I deserve a great loving life while still healing and still learning.

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