The last six months have been full of confrontation with myself: my goals, my dreams, my hopes, the imprint of goodness I want to leave on the world, the positions I’m putting myself in that compromise my ability to do that. I’ve known that New York would not be my forever home since December of 2016. Just so we are all on the same page, it is June 2018. So many things happened in that year and a half that made me feel like I should stay, like I had something keeping me here. Maybe I needed all of these things to happen. Maybe I needed everything to fall apart. I decided to move because I had absolutely nothing else to stay for, and that sense of being completely empty meant that I was also completely free.
Feelings will come and go. Thoughts, too, will flow. So, if we remain, even after the feelings, even after the thoughts, that must mean who we are is much deeper than those things. Our contentment is deeper than the objects and titles we possess. Our contentment is deeper the relationships in our lives. Our contentment lives deep under the waves and the storms and the sunshine. It resides in the stillness of who we are in the present moment and our ability to move from that place.
Songs are written about it. People die for it. Everyone has it. And guess what, it’s not love. It’s power. The times, they are a-changing and what power once was is slowly starting to evolve. What is it? Why do we all have it? How do we not get lost inside of it?