I was sitting in a friend's basement watching a video when I started to think about finding the "deeper meaning," though there was none. It was meant to be a silly, humorous video, intended to confuse you and make you say, "WTF did I just waste three minutes of my life watching." But I couldn't let it go. The fact that there was no purpose was unnerving.
"Why can't you just relax and watch it. Why does everything always have to have something more?" my friend asked disapprovingly. I couldn't respond. I didn't know the answer.
Lately, my mind has been more hyperactive than usual. As an example, I just typed three different sentences, ideas, without finishing any of them. I have been so overwhelmed by relentless thoughts it has been a struggle to focus on any one thing. The source of my hysteria? I attribute it to my conscious "waking up."
Day in and day out we encounter countless different souls. I get anxious when driving because of the mass amount of people I pass on the road, each a human being with a story I will never know. I can't stand small talk conversations when we could be discussing something of significance (I have found skipping the small talk makes people A) extremely nervous or B) think I am insane—thats a topic for another article).
But what has made me most crazed is the realization that each of us are meant to live the life of our dreams, yet so often we are not. We post on Facebook our accomplishments (which is fine), but 'likes' can't fulfill an empty entity.... especially when that accomplishment doesn't even come close to us reaching the dreams we have, or once may have had.
A friend was telling me about serious current obstacles she is facing. At the end of the conversation, she looked at me and asked how I was. I thought about it and was going to say the things that could be considered "wrong" in my life. To my surprise I wasn't compelled to say any of them. The truth is even though they are there, I am content, dare I say happy. The encounter startled me. I realized by nature we are so quick to bond over disparity, yet slow to embrace and share our blessings.
I make the choice to live with hope. Hope for my dreams. Hope for love. Hope for an exceptional life and afterlife.
People don't realize life is happening for you, not to you.
You are meant to be happy. You are meant to live. Challenges occur everyday: some are minuscule, like losing your car keys, and others are larger, like losing a friend.
But, I believe every situation has a deeper meaning. While each of us have our own reasons for living, one common purpose we have is uncovering how life is happening for you, in what appear to be our darkest moments. Who we are is defined based on our reactions to life's many tests.
At some point along this journey we accepted that life is happening "to us" and as a result we stopped searching for meaning in small moments. We stopped dreaming, or maybe in some instances never started. The cause? I think judgement. We are addicted to judging others, just as much as we are to receiving judgement. We live in an age where it is a physical challenge to detach from newsfeeds, comments, or how someone perceives you.
Judgement comes in many forms: comparison and overthinking are just two (guilty if you couldn't tell). But by choosing to release judgement we regain connection to the universe and our dreams. With only so much time in a day, we cannot waste our God given energy on judgement when there are ideas calling upon us to act.
Our ideas and thoughts are spirits. They come to us and if we choose not to act upon them they enter the next human being's mind, until someone eventually commits to raising them.
That is why we should not be ashamed of overactive minds. That is why more people should stare deeply in the face of simplicity and BE curious or BE angry or BE excited.
Just BE something, anything and live the life of your dreams.
