the moment when every single thing that is not working.
every way of being that is no longer serving you.
every commitment that is out of alignment.
is right there, in plain sight.
it’s forcing you to do something.
you feel like your back is against a wall.
it almost feels like your head is going to explode.
“Who Am I? What Am I Doing? Why Am I Here? Why Did I Just Say That? Why Am I Holding On So Tight? What The Hell Am I So Afraid Of? Why Is This Not Working? Why Am I So Irritated? Why Am I Taking It Out On The One I Love?”
the answers to those questions, whatever you come up will not be what makes a difference. I am actually not sure what will make a difference for you. But I read a quote once that said “for a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen, a gaseous nebula must collapse.” and you know what else? the caterpillar… the caterpillar has such a gruesome transformation into the butterfly. In summation, one day the caterpillar stops eating, hangs itself upside down and spins or molts into a cocoon. What happens in that cocoon? Oh little homie digests’ itself, each cell self destructs releasing prime butterfly-making material. I imagine it’s intense as hell in that cocoon. but then, the butterfly is released.
so combust. let your head explode. scream. cry. explode. shit, digest yourself. there’s beauty in the rebirth. there’s beauty on the other side.
wings and shiny things.