For
a long time I carried with me the
doubt that maybe all my motivations exists because I was fleeing
from something. Now I realize that
there was reason to this doubt.
I took great and difficult decisions, chosen tortuous
and uncertain paths, I took chances and risks to loose all that I had to "hear" the certainty from my heart. And yes, I was
running.
Running away from everything
that is not worth it, running
away from what is superfluous, illusion, unreal. Escape from what is materialism,
which is systemic and soulless, running away from what does not make sense, what is not love and sharing, gratitude and affection. Escape what is addiction, what is
abuse, which is a lie. Escape from what is worthless, that adds nothing to the
heart and life, the evolution and
love.
I am not the
money that I make, I'm not the
things I buy, I'm not the clothes
I wear, the way I look and I'm neither the house
where I live. I'm not the work I do, the job I have,
the bag that I carry.
The paths and choices that I took, I took on behalf of something greater for me - what I am and what I can be. Something
that can not be negotiated, not
exchange, not for sale. I "Lost" everything to "gain" myself – How much more I need to "lose", how much more
I need to "escape"? As much is required. Always.
