"The essential lesson I've learned in life is to just be yourself. Treasure the magnificent being that you are and recognize first and foremost you're not here as a human being only. You're a spiritual being having a human experience." [Wayne Dyer]
Our lives don't run parallel to one another. Those around us, in our lives, are not there to make the human journey what it is, but to somewhat keep us sane of the fact that each of us are all alone on our own separate human journeys. Our masks, titles and impressions are all but a stage act to those who make our social life, who we truly are is locked away in a prison in our soul, hidden from the world. Selfish and constantly thrown with the idea that we need to be better then someone, better than a "particular" group; we are driven to conformity forgetting who we truly are.
Locked away, kept hostage and cast into darkness is our true selves. How hash can we be, to neglect the most honest part, most loyal, most true identity we all have. Living day to day, as an actor in the world's stage while crying out from the darkness is our true beauty. Tears running down from the sight of constantly pushing ourselves to the floor for the entertainment of others. We in a continuous battle with our identity that the smallest comment of others seem to make us fall on our individual path. Our journey is different, our prisoners the same. The fear that our ultimate self is not good enough for the stage has lead to our disconnect. The human journey, it's beauty, it's smile and it's affection all brought down to rubble.
Cast down in isolation, craving the voice of the prisoner I keep deep in my soul, feeling the warmth of his hand stretching out to me. His tear filled eyes trying to persuade me that he still lives, that he still cares. I shut him away, turn my head aside and make my way back to the life's stage for my next big performance. The humility and forgiveness he has becomes only a silhouette to me. My true self, locked away in the prison of my soul. I have seen that no matter what I do to please other, no matter what I say to show others who I am will change the path of their journey. Even if my efforts lead to my hand filled with wounds, I will never get the same effort in return from those around me. The only person who knows, who feels and sees me for all that I am and chose to be is that prisoner of my soul.
It is only through unlocking the prison gate, breaking the chains and embracing him with love that he walks the human journey with me, he performs on life's stage alongside me. He smiles and reminds me that I am not alone on this path, but that he is there to pick me up, hold me close and encourage me to keep moving forward. The prisoner is no longer chained but his freedom has became my greatest sacrifice.
As we free our true selves, as the war within us quietens and our darkest night fades. We hear the sound of the birds chirping again, we feel the warm kiss of the sun on our cheeks and smell the fragrance of joy, passion and love in the air. Happiness has once again arrived and the ruins of the prison in our souls is now covered in green and forgotten.
