No matter the smallness and ugliness of that life.
Imagine a comet hitting earth, leaving only a hundred people alive. Would it really matter how each of these individuals looked? They would go from being citizens of a nation, subscribers to a creed and carriers of an ethnicity to becoming our fellow human beings. Now, aren’t that what we are today as well?
Let us not wait for a threat to humanity to realize this shared bond. All that matters is the here and now. Let’s grab hold of the Present and shape it to become what it should and could be if we all realized our beautiful and unique individuality AND our common bond of humanity.
Sensitivity opens you up to creativity, empathy and imagination, but it also opens you up to a whole range of emotions that other people just don’t have the capacity to feel. Emotions are on high volume all the time. It can be extremely frustrating and cause feelings of anxiety, loneliness and depression. Connecting with other Highly Sensitive People can be a great comfort. But sometimes it is hard to be understood and taken seriously by other non-HSPs. Who of us haven’t heard the phrase: just pull yourself together, or: can’t you just control your emotions.
It is of vital importance that we all respect each other’s differences and listen to each other. Yes, we are all human, but what does that really mean? Humans are extremely complex beings, and that is, in my opinion, what makes us so interesting. Be open to this complexity, be willing learn and meet each individual with openness of heart and mind. Not everyone is like you, in fact, there is no one like you at all, and that is what makes you so uniquely interesting and important. And that is what makes each individual so uniquely interesting and important. It is time we start treating each other as such: as complex, beautiful and fascinating individuals.
What if there is a small part of you, a tiny microscopic part, that has existed long before you were born, that remembers the beginning of time … and what if … you could access this memory … at first just grasp the awareness of it with your subconscious, but then … slowly, piece it together with your intellect so that it becomes clear in your mind.
What would that do to you? How would it change the way you look at yourself and the world? Would you stop fearing death? Would you treat every living being as part of yourself?
Maybe love is simply that … feeling a part of someone … of everything … Maybe it is feeling everything inside of yourself as though it belonged to you … as if everything that is happening is happening to you …
Could that be what we call enlightenment, salvation, moksha … if that is so, then why are we not trying harder to remember… ?
Here, unseen by mocking eyes, you hide.
Wrapped in leaves of solitude
And crowned by the blackest night.
With a heart of thornless roses
You quietly stand by
While the world is quenched
Caught by the petals
of your eyes.
Yet, the drinkers will never know
That it was you
Who gave birth to their sunrise.