300 Words a Day - #33: Don't be a Barnacle

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Our family and friends think they know what’s best for us, just as we think we know what’s best for them.

We willingly advise those of whom we care for, with the hope of steering them to safety.

But what happens when they shock us by doing something that alters our perception of them?

Do we get offended because our preconceived expectations and assumptions of who we thought they were, now prove to be useless? Do we feel foolish, now?

When they decide to live a life they want to live, as apposed to the life we expect and want them to live, do we feel offended because we thought we had them down to a tee? 

And now all of a sudden they’ve changed, and it is us that are left feeling confused and uncertain about life. Furthermore, where we stand in relation to this person - who we thought we knew so well - is now unclear.

Many of us don’t like change. It’s the unknown that bothers us. Whereas certainty can make us feel comfortable and cozy.

It can be a shock to the system when others don’t like change in your life because of how it makes them feel.

True colors can begin to seep through.

Or maybe they say they’re worried about you because they think you’re making a wrong move.

What to do?

Are you going to change your mind and deny yourself the chance to truly live the life you want to live? 

Guilt can be overbearing.

Or are you going to stick to what your deeper self is telling you; that you need to make this move because this is the way life is taking you?  

We put ourselves under enormous amounts of pressure when we resist the flow of life.

Ask any barnacle.

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300 Words a Day - #16 - A Message for You

“Don’t fall for the trick.

You’re not alone.

You never have been.

You never will be.

I know it’s easy for you to think you’re in a one-I show.

Your pain feels so personal.

So close.

But I will say it again,

You’re not alone.

‘Then show me,’ I hear you say.

I do.

I am.

Every moment of you, I am.

You’re linked to me, like breeze to a fan.

Scent to a flower.

Rays to the sun.

It’s only your way of perceiving yourself that you mistake me for someone else.

Some thing else.

When all is us.

You thought you were this minuscule piece of star dust?

Please… 

Give yourself a break.

The only reason you can’t think of yourself as being bigger than who you think you are, is because you can’t think that which is beyond thought.

The thought basket is too small for you.

You can’t fit in.

But I’ll give you credit, because you really do try.

And as a result, you suffer.

I’m not asking you to believe me.

I don’t want you to believe me.

I want you to find out for yourself.

To know.

You feel unloved?

You’re listening to the wrong voice.

You’re scared of death?

You’re paying attention to the wrong images.

Everything is going to be fine.

You don’t even have to trust me.

You will see.

But you can choose to see before you are confronted with your fears, and they give rise to seeing.

Have you noticed that when you confront a fear it evaporates?

And you think, ‘What was I scared for?’

You’re on the right track.

I just wanted to take this opportunity to remind you:

I’m here because you are.

Now hold that head up high and shine our light.

Love.”

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300 Words a Day - #5 - Stubborn Little Ant

It’s morning. 

I’m in Taipei’s subway.

I’ve just squeezed out of the train.

I’m enjoying breathing and moving my limbs.

So many people. I swear there’re more and more of us.

I’ve been in Taiwan for two and a half years and I find myself thinking, “It wasn’t like this when I first came here.”

It probably was.

I’m walking towards my exit, then something happens.

A shift.

I feel like I’m the only person walking in this direction. 

I’m the stubborn ant, refusing to fall in line.

The wave going against the tide.

An ocean of bodies, waves and waves of them, appear in my field of vision.

Where did you all come from?

I’m in awe.

People.

There are people here.

I can see them.

I can really see them.

“Look at you all.”

…

I can feel a liquid heat rising, from my feet to my chest.

To my throat.

I swallow and bite my lip and suppress a smile.

I’ve seen those who are smiling for no apparent reason; passersby stare at them from the corners of their eyes.

“Just ignore them… don’t stare.”

I’ve even done that myself. 

No trust in a causeless love.

But people aren’t noticing me.

I’m hiding this swelling of emotion like a pro.

Every movement made, every blink, smile, frown, crease of the forehead, you name it, it all absorbs my attention, like I’m watching a flower bloom for the first and last time.

I’m in love.

An inexhaustible ocean of it.

The lump in the throat moves north.

I need to control this.

It’s in the eyes now.

I take a deep inhale, and an extra long exhale.

Now I’m outside, still swimming. 

So is everybody else…

But they don’t know it.

Somebody smiles at me.

Keep walking, don’t stare.

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