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What happens in a world where I don’t make you wrong or right?

What happens in a world where I don't make you wrong or right? 1

Where good is not discernible from evil? Where left or right is a matter of perspective, and there are no perfect or certain outcomes at the end of every fork in the road?

What if we existed in a world where the moral compass suddenly became demagnetized? Who was ever permitted to set the course and affirm that this is unequivocally and inarguably the way? 

If I disagree with you, am I suddenly bad? Am I doing it wrong? Has my choice or choicelessness affronted your very existence?

If so, that was never my intention. 

I have always tried to operate within the codex of “do no harm.”

Be kind.
Be patient.
Be more loving. 
Have more compassion. 
Consider others’ needs and the impact you have.
Be supportive. 
Be for others what you aren’t willing to be for yourself. 
Be more lovable. 
Be more…

And yet, in all of the doing of trying to be, I forgot what it was to actually be.

I forgot that presence wasn’t something I had to practice. I forgot there’s never been an end goal or somewhere to get to.

I forgot that knowledge has never been a commodity that I had the right to sell, own, or trade. I forgot that proclaiming I know more or better only serves to instill a false sense of security.

I forgot to breathe with every cell and listen with each microcosm and macrocosm of consciousness, and remember that this life, this moment is a gift. 

And, in this remembering, I found home.

 At the very beginning of the end and the end of the beginning, I found life.

And, in finding life, I discovered there never has been “me, my, or I,” but an intricate and ever-changing web of lenses and landscapes that “we” are honored to behold.

“We” the player and the playwright.
“We” the lover and beloved.
“We” the victim and the perpetrator.
“We” the creator and the created.
“We” the hero and the villain.
“We” the consciousness and unconscious.
“We” who are death and life incarnate, all in the same breath; the shadow and the light, and every refraction, reflection, and shade of this prismatic universe. 

No matter how infinite or finite, “we” are all woven of the same stardust and matter…ancient, timeless, eternal, in devotion and union with all that is, all that was, and all that will ever be.

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