It was at around 2:00 a.m. on New Year’s Day. I’d been watching a few shows online as the clock gently ticked past midnight, silently ushering in the new year. According to our current calendar system, the year is now 2020, which sounds very futuristic. But it’s here. I’m still here. I wonder why…
Tag: meaning of life
Maybe it’s just that time of year again, but I find that existential curiosities abound in the darker, shorter days of wintertime. I look at the world, and see that the majority of the dominant species seem intent on self-termination, while an increasingly awake and aware collective is emerging that might save us all from ourselves. I wonder, where do I fit in to all this? Why am I here? Who am I… really?
The way we tend to live our everyday lives is a fairly low-level of consciousness. In fact, it’s mostly unconscious. Let’s be honest.
The desires of your heart are not mere whims — they are whispers of truth, calling you to resonate more deeply with who you are and what you’re here to become.