What Happens Inbetween?

Fragility and abundance.

The constant of change, of breathing through each terrifyingly amazing step.

What is it about societal norms that makes us think we should follow an already laid out map?

We get sucked into believing these made up rules, of what determines success, of what is strong and brave and right.

We hold ourselves to standards and milestones like we should all be on the same mundane path, dragging our souls through life until our flame expires. 

Times up! Did you do all the things, and in the appropriate order they should be done? 

But, when we are laid to rest did all of those things I “should” do really fucking matter?

I’m skeptical now when I hear myself say, “should”. Who says?

Is it truly what I believe is right for me, right now?

Or is it a made up belief of what the world is telling me my life “should” look like? 

All along, the impending end to our existence lurks in the shadows.

And when we come face to face with death, it becomes a roaring reminder that this is all temporary.

That every single moment is a miracle, manifesting from an explosion of stardust.

Precious and delicate, gently cupped in the palms of our hands.

While we can be so easily chained to a false paradigm, miracles like birth and the heartbreak of loss whispers,

Isn’t there more to life than this mundane routine?

Doesn’t this all have to mean something more? 

Are we really born just to die, to get from beginning to end, nothing more?

What happens in-between?

LIFE

Life happens

I just want so badly to live life to the fullest, to strive to be the best version of myself I can

Moment to moment, aware that the next moment could be my last

To discover the deepest connections with myself and the people around me, to learn from each other and ourselves,

To grow, to blossom toward our infinite potential.

And show some compassion and give myself grace.

Cause we all inevitably fuck up, no matter how hard we all try.

I believe there is so much to learn from this human experience.

This shit, life isn’t simple. Not even close.

It is intense and extremely confusing and fucking hard.

There is deep pain and suffering beyond belief,

The shit nightmares are made of.

Anger that bubbles hot through our veins

Heartbreak that steals our souls into blackness

Fear that takes the breath from our lungs, spinning us delirious

And

There is so much Love.

Inherit energetic connections.

Open arms and hearts, warmth, safety, comfort and harmony.

Kindness and generosity,

Play and Fun.

Laughter that vibrates our bones and pleasure that tingles our toes.

Abundant healing gifts of nature, breathing in mountain fresh views, bathing in salty water and strolling warm sandy beaches.

The ability to soak it all in.

We get 36,500 magnificent sun rises and sunsets to embrace this human experience,

If we’re lucky.

Some get only a short few, and then it’s all over.

Hell, not a single one of us makes it out of here alive.

Our one chance to truly live is right now.