We live inside broken pieces of ourselves, don’t we? We keep those pieces in our backpack, and carry them around, wondering why it feels so heavy. Why we feel tired, burdened, and weighed down.
Why though? Why do we continue to carry them? Is it because there is still something to learn from the process that broke us? Are we afraid, that we may lose ourselves if we let these pieces of us go? Does it provide security - the gravity of the emotions covering us like a protective blanket so may be, hopefully, nothing gets broken again?
It is a catch 22 situation. We feel too tired to take the pieces out of the backpack, yet we are out of energy because of these pieces we are carrying around. May be, if we could take these pieces out and observe closely, we will find value in those broken bits. Perhaps, if we look closer, we may find these pieces are actually seeds - full of potential to grow and transform. Perhaps, we can find piece of earth inside ourselves, composed of compassion and respect for all that was and all that is. And we take these seeds, plant it into the new earth. Perhaps we will find, that letting go of these pieces into this vast Universe does not mean we lose ourselves. To the contrary - we find more space to be.
The Universe, that is not separate from us, was only asking is to open up and go back to the home of all being. That releasing would expand us beyond ourselves. As these seeds grow into a forest that aspire towards a blue sky, we may find ourselves sitting under the shade of these trees, free.
(This blog has been published also via Medium)