I fucked up. So many times.

I fucked up. So many times.
And I had to dig deep and get vulnerable and honest.
Look at the world around me, and figure out if the results of what I am choosing are creating the world I wanna live in or not?

It hurts, it sucks, it can sometimes feel like dying. But here is the big question.. Is it worth it?

Is it worth it to you to live free from self-judgement, hurt and all the wrongness the world throws at us?

I am writing this in one of those moments that seem to last forever. One of those choice points where I have no fucking clue about what’s going on or why, all I know is if it carries on, it’s not worth living like this any more.

So what’s on the other side?
What’s on the other side of all this wrongness, this defensiveness, this confusion?

Well, that’s part of the “problem.”
We think it’s going to be something glorified, something where the world around us swoons at our mastery. That god has chosen you in this moment and blessed you with everything you’ve ever asked for and more.

No. What’s beyond even that is something far greater. Far greater than what you have ever been told. What you have seen. And mostly what you have ever felt.

What’s beyond all this feels like nothing. There is literally no man or woman waiting for you on the other side of this choice to give you first prize.

BEING you is a mystery, not a destination.
Being you is where you no longer have to prove yourself to yourself or anyone else.

It’s a space. A freedom. A choice.

It’s so beyond reality that few have truly ventured to dare go there.
It can “pretend” to be a lonely cave where only you exist, but it’s not .
It’s where the world and the universe open its doors of choice and infinite possibility and you finally have this sense of peace.

There is also this point where you no longer function from a drive, a feeling or emotion to take action. It’s just something you get to choose with no base or foundation other than, yip that is the direction I would like to go in.

What would your life be like if you never had to prove yourself ever again to the people around you?
What if no one was more important than you and mostly less than you?

What if being a man, a gentleman was the ability to honour you and your choices?

Get that sense of peace where every choice, every engagement you have is not wrong, not right , not cool, not lacking… 

Just you being you in the raw power of being.

What a world you could create.

What if being a man was a gentle vulnerable power that comes from being?