Τετάρτη, 9 Μαρτίου 2011
In the search of true joy...
Wow. More than a week without a post. Not very much like me, huh? Anyway, what do you write when you don't travel? Do you write about your city life and all the searching of a meaning?
These days I do search, I send e-mails, I call people and I'm looking for things that interest me. The travelling. And the writing. And the making money. And how do you go about life when everybody is trying to convince you that these are not times to follow dreams. Sit down. Shut up. Don't dream.
On the other hand I am convinced that this is exactly the time to do something different. To expand our thought. To break our little boxes of thinking. To find ways we haven't thought of before. To live a different life.
If I am to take total and full responsibility for myself, I have created a reason not to have found a conventional job yet. I need something else, something that has a meaning. I need to do something that is not based on money, but makes me a living. I need to find something that hasn't the energy of a job that just sees me through. I need to make a living that will be my joyful job.
What I'm really searching is joy. And every day is joyful. I make my everyday joyful. I thought it wouldn't be easy. But it is. Miraculously there is a little bit of cash. Miraculously there is food on my table. There is love and understanding. And beautiful friends to share all these.
I'm just breathing. Isn't that a miracle? I'm watching the snow fall. Isn't that a miracle? I am. I am a wonderful person. I am considerate. I listen.
I have a big hug for anyone that will ask for it.
And what am I worth? That is a question. Am I worthy of love? Am I worthy of abundance? I am. I just need a little encouragement to believe it. And I do believe I am shifting things into a beautiful position. My universe is shifting towards the light. Because I am worthy of the light like anyone else. Yes, I have everything I need. And more is coming my way. Thank you to everyone that assists me in finding the light of my own existence.