How strange it is—the ways in which we humans associate security with:
Having a bond;
Someone to call mine and be theirs;
A framed appearance of a deceased loved one;
A particular annoying habit of those who left us;
Pain being held deep beneath the layers of outward emotions;
Being one with the trends... even if they serve no purpose;
Being an observer from afar;
Securing and safeguarding certain identities;
At times, hoarding things or patterns in one's life;
Creating the "known" over and over again;
Disapproving of exploration;
Or that of avoiding any fall;
Overthinking;
Catastrophizing the simplest things;
Silencing our own voices;
Denials of self-acceptance;
Everything outwardly driven and on autopilot;
Not committing to the committable;
Over-exerting the self;
Clinging to conditioning rather than the flow;
The adhesive of identity, the altering peel-off of—"this is how I am";
Feeling shame, even for a simple smile or a twinkle in the eye.
But then, In the blessed course of one's life:
Life reminds us in gentle ways to embrace the flow and drop the questioning. It reassures us with bonds that aren't tied, but rooted—deeply.
It is found in every deep, slow breath that opens up acceptance and willingness; it clears the doubts and insecurities, false identities, and pretensions. It is in the healing of the unmet needs of childhood and making peace with them.
It is in embracing courage for the most honest and open conversations with those that matter. It is in allowing the self to be forgiving and welcoming of who we desire to be... the one that is not struggled for.