The Beauty In Life;

Today, I was staring at myself in the mirror and realised that I exist. It's more than just being alive. I felt myself. I realised that I am. I'm just so happy that I am me, a god. Why didn't I realised this before? I've always been a god.

I was never created nor I can be destroyed because I am energy. That means ive been here before Earth was formed? I was always here? I'm an energy before being a human. We are not humans going through spiritual experiences, we are spiritual beings experiencing human life. We are not the body.

We are nothing but everything. Does that makes sense? There's only one consciousness and it's me and you. You are me, I am you. We are one.

And when you succeed to realise this deeply no matter if you can say it in words or not that's a different case but if you understand this thing, you will realise that you have everything because you ARE everything and everything IS you, no one is separated through any doubt, negative thoughts and shit because that whole thing is greater than these things which you think is stopping you.

vitality is to live and to live is the greatest thing in the world, most people just exist, that is all.

i won't just exist i will write mediocre metaphors on mist and go on a rollercoaster ride; i will make the best of my life.

ii.      but how? death is the end,          not the journey, and I am no cat.          I do not have nine lives—          only one.

iii.      he smiles, and it is sharp; cruel.           I realize — too late — it is a knife,           unsheathed. the messenger of           my first death.

iv.      “the first of many,” he asserts.           was that a prediction, or a promise?           better not to ask; knowledge itself,           is its own kind of death.

v.       father was right.

          dying is the same as anything else:           you get better at it with experience.

vi.      but it doesn’t get any easier, crawling           and clawing your way out of the dirt.           not the kind you can see or smell,

          but oh, you can feel it. it’s impossible           not to drag up grave soil with you           when your body is a cemetery.

vii.     eventually you learn           life is made of little deaths,           like a burden, growing.

viii.    death doesn’t scare humanity;           it’s life — living, that terrifies us           and we turned it into a rehearsal,           a stage.