This is a message to you. I don’t know you, I have never met you, but I certainly pray we meet at some place and time in the future. See, I love you, and have a need to know you.
You have judged your life to be tough, and at times you have judge it to be unlivable. You see nothing but disappointment in your life, you feel nothing but despair. You see joy through tears that have flooded your soul, you see happiness through the fires of agony found in your mind. There are times you wish to end it all, there are times you wish to lash out, there are times when you just don’t see a purpose to it all.
You have been hurt. You have been left behind. You have seen what you think is the best of people; a best that simply seems to suggest that the worst is the best you can hope for. You have tried to escape in many ways, yet nothing can keep you from the suffering you face with each passing second. At times things seem to be getting better, but the voice of despair is never far away, whispering in your ear about how things truly are. Your experiences have turned love and happiness into the illusion, a far-fetched dream that others may have, but for some reason it is not meant for you.
That is the generalization of the you you know. I am not far off. I can show you the blisters on my feet from wearing the shoes you now wear. I can show you the scars on my soul from taking the beatings you now take. I can offer you the hand that once come out of the fire to grab me and keep me from falling prey to it. Yet I warn you that only you can open your eyes to see, and only you can grasp the hand offered to love you.
I have to meet you. You have to meet me. I am you in the future, you are me in the past. Our causes of torture may be different, but the effects are the same. The torturer is the same, the methods similar, the results to be determined. But I ask you a question I have asked myself time and time again, “To WHOM do you owe this moment?”
You can answer me if you wish. Do you owe this moment to those who have left you? Do you owe this moment to those who have hurt you? Do you owe this moment to the voice of despair that haunts you? Do you owe this moment to your self and the happiness that is within you at this very moment? Decide, my friend, for the next moment depends on what you create this one. You remain the Creator, the voice of light in a chorus of darkness; all created by you and all you love to hate. You have created all that you see now, and you have even created the blame on others you have used. You have created the attachment to one reality and created the veil that covers the other. You are the Creator my friend, you created the pain, you created the tools of torture, you created the torturer. You have created the imperfect from the perfect, the fear from love, the despair from experience. Take heart, since you have created this reality you can simply create another, this time in the full knowledge that it will be as you wish it to be. You will be aware this time, and you will focus on the higher vision you have for yourself and this existence.
Perhaps you will find that things now are what you wish to create. That is fine, I do not judge these things as bad or good but rather just creations that are. I can see suffering as the path to happiness in the full knowledge that it does not work that way in reverse. I can see it all as necessary if you know what you want and take full ownership for its creation. You own it, it is yours, and it is perfect.
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