I Know I'm Not The Only One

I need to write.

I just need to write.

Without reflection I am not living up to my humanity.

The ability to remap my brain and till a new soil for coming days in the present is done with the toil of reflection.

I wonder if at any time in our human history the majority has enjoyed reflection. The greatest authors are capable of it. To see another and show themselves their own height and depth, we must be courageous about the bare stare with which we look upon ourselves.

The way we highlight those that plume the spectrum of humanity indicates a need to encourage that for the majority, and so implies a lack of this kind of passion for reflection in most people.

Frankly, I think everyone does it, we just need to be trained on it continually. The questions we ask and the words we use reflect in the answers we glean and the interpretation we carry with us; in turn affecting our behaviors which stream through in habits and directly impact our one precious life.

I write words, I live a life that exists outside those words. We are all bigger than any definitions we inhabit.

The habits we have define us more than the intentions we have, though those intentions are a powerful director in our stumble—that is, progress—forward.

The kind of life I wish for lives on the other side of action that I am either too scared or too stupid to make. Perhaps the kind of life I wish for exists beyond the wishing for a life and instead the living of my own with an ever increasing devotion.

The great questions, like how can one live a full life—or an exceptional life—these are what obscure my view. In the separating out of what that means, I think we see how we apply ourselves and in the recognition of those actions we begin to find our capacity. How can we find the limit if we don’t push it constantly?

We live so many lives in one, and yet we are living all those lives. What does it matter what this makes us, for we are bigger than any definitions we inhabit.

It’s worth reflecting on the character we see walking around in our skin living the life we think is our own with a deep devotion to reflecting the greatest love and joy we can for those around us. The heat we put out shines back on us; and when we start to die out, I can only hope the life I contributed to blossoms forward.

The human condition is a never ending source of the richest reflection for me.

The Western Black Rhinos are officially extinct today, and the last Northern White Male Rhino is guarded twenty-four hours a day with armed guards, fitted with a radio transmitter, and we cut off his horn to make him less attractive to poachers.

The human condition is a never ending source of the richest reflection.