Being holy. Enlightened. Awakened.
The first one smells of something ancient, the last one screams new age…
And everywhere, books, courses, videos, teaching you how to get there.
But get where, exactly?
Elevation? Purity? Some kind of special status?
Does it set you apart from others, put you above them? Is that it?
“Oh, I had this sublime thought, I connected to the Whole.”
Really? Or is it just another disguise?
Another way of saying, “I shine, you don’t”?
Because isn’t that where it always leads?
Same old root: the hunger to be above.
To feel different. Better.
But does love separate?
When you love, do you pull away?
You already know the answer.
No.
So why should so-called awakening set you apart?
I don’t know what it means to be holy.
But I like to think that for those who truly reach it,
it’s not about rising above, it’s about keeping both feet firmly on the ground.
It’s not about judging, but feeling.
It’s about recognizing another person’s dignity.
Not because they’re beneath you.
Not because they’re above you.
Not because they have more or fewer talents than you.
Not because they have achieved more or less than you.
But simply because they exist.
They are other than you.
And yet, they share your same humanity.
If holiness separates, is it really holiness?
Or just another way to feed the ego?
Alright.
And what if you see it?
What if you realize it’s a bit of ego and a bit of truth, a bit of soul?
Then what?
Do you tear yourself apart?
Do you sentence yourself to self-hatred?
Or do you leave Judgment to Something Greater?
Some men and women have seen the cruelest sides of life.
And yet, inside, they have not turned to stone.
They have seen the worst.
And yet, they did not shut down.
They have lived through pain.
And yet, they didn’t let it harden them.
They stayed open.
Permeable to life.
I don’t know if they are Saints, or Enlightened, or Awakened.
But I do know they are extraordinary human beings.
A Speck of Dust
They told us we are small.
Insignificant.
Specks of dust scattered in the vastness.
But how you say it makes all the difference.
Do you say it with peace?
Or with contempt?
Try it.
“Whether I exist or not, it changes nothing for the stars.”
Now say it again, but strip out the poison.
Say it with love.
“I do what I can, with what I have, while I’m still here.”
Feel that?
Different, isn’t it?
It’s not a sentence. It’s freedom.
Being small doesn’t mean being nothing.
It means doing something with the time you’re given.
And you know what happens?
Self-hatred disappears.
And in its place, only the essential remains:
You are alive.
And your existence,no matter how small,has weight.
For those who meet you.
For those who see you.
And that is enough.
A speck of dust, yes.
But a speck that catches the light.
The Thread of Life: Beyond Stability
Picture your daily life as a pattern, a cycle of events you could trace,
the Thread of Life.
There’s a loop we all know:
Stable → Stable → Stable → Control → Loss → Alarm → Fear → Fix → Relief → Stable → Stable → Control → New Loss → Fix → Relief → Stable → Stable…
Are you only alive when you escape something?
When you fix a problem, fill a gap, repair what’s broken?
And then again. And again. Until the end?
Ignore your problems? No.
Don’t try to solve them? No.
I’m asking you:
Where is the celebration? And your meaning? Your values?
Where have you buried them?
If the only pulse in your life happens when a lack disappears, maybe it’s time to stop. Look at what you have.
Now. Not later. Not only when you survive something.
Now. Laugh. See what’s here, while you’re still here. And then?
You realize you’re in a loop. It’s a habit.
Always fixing? Always solving?
So what now? Fixing the loop itself becomes just another thing to fix? 😊
You see it. It’s the same point. Over and over.
And then? Do you punish yourself for that too?
Or do you stop. Look at it.
And laugh.
So human it’s almost tender. 😊
You know where to go. You commit. You begin to move.
And now?
You add something to your thread. Now you choose.
Not just what to do, but how. You move.
Because yes. Because it’s alive.
Because it sets you on fire. Like when you decide to learn an instrument.
Not because you have to, but because that sound shakes something deep inside you.
Who said action has to be a struggle? Moving can feel weightless.
You’re not just getting through life. You’re dancing with it.
It’s not escape. It’s direction.
It’s not control. It’s acceptance, with intention.
It’s celebration. Meaning.
Yes, meaning exists.
Not as a doctrine. Not as an absolute truth carved in stone.
But as something you create.
And you only see it when you stop chasing the next problem
and start seeing what’s already there to give meaning to
your meaning, enriched by the meaning of others.
Now. Not later.
Not when everything is fixed. 😊
Now.
When the events of your life soak up meaning,
when they intertwine with acceptance, with celebration,
your Thread of Life changes shape.
And Existence starts looking different.
Don’t you think?
Just words? Without a doubt. 😊
