Fly high

What will humble me?

I arrogantly said.

Souls are beginning to show their colours.

Bright colours, sometimes dull colours:

all beautiful.

Maybe I just wanted to feel humbled, and already felt 'humbled'?

Lately, the depth of life is making me feel that way.

It's strange how life, we are all connected.

Those who hurt others, and then get hurt back.

People who cut each other out of their lives,

occasionally missing those days.

We are connected in ways beyond human comprehension.

I am a child at heart.

I embrace it. Although physical appearance says otherwise.

A grown 'child' and an actual child: we connect.

Although my studies recently explained 'the zone of proximal development.'

A child would learn more from another child: both are closer in reach.

Learning occurs when it is just outside of your reach, not light years away.

Maybe these are similar phases?

At gatherings of any kind...

Whether they are planned or unplanned...

Listen closely and feel the energy.

It feels like waves in the sea.

Waves crashing upon waves from all directions.

From the South, from the North.

From the West, from the East.

All going places they want or need to be.

We are so vulnerable, despite not knowing it a lot of the times.

We pull in and out of different characters, almost inevitably.

‘Meaning’: or better put, a sense of meaning is what pulls us.

Like a magnet.

Yet so sporadic!

And only by stepping away, can we recognise this.

The imperfection of human consciousness!

Noone is this planet is ‘stupid’ per se.

We may be caught in moments where we can seem stupid,

relative to the context.

Our conscious and unconscious minds form these assumptions.

On our own and/or collective.

Yet we don't know much at all.

“All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost…”

In a way, we are all training for something.

Yet we really, we don’t want to. It's hard.

We're just scared.

And when the walls come down mutually and around us,

that is connection of vulnerability.

Meaningful things happen when we stop and listen.

Yet despite the beauties, conflict and ugliness is inevitable.

So we tell ourselves, we must train:

we must prepare!

Everything in moderation...

Like a pressure cooker releasing steam,

steadily.

Like an exhaust of an internal combustion car,

working.

Hold on sometimes.

Let go sometimes.

My fellow people, are you at unrest?

Are tough times bringing us together or apart?

There’s never an answer.

And that's okay, but it still troubles us; for we're only human.

To you who realise you're hurting

or to you who don’t realise you're hurting then...

May your soul be at peace.