It hurts to be Human
- Hope.....
- Nov 14, 2019
- 2 min read
Heard a song and it's been going thru my mind for a few weeks and the lyrics to it are amazing and its true it does hurt to be human sometimes,
It’s hard to be a human being. .. when you seem to be trapped inside yourself with the rest of the world out there, on the other side and you feel insignificant and fragile, like a tiny island surrounded by a vast, roaring ocean that’s threatening to submerge you.It’s hard to be a human being when you’re forced to share your inner world with a crazy, whirling thought-machine that never stops churning and chattering and makes you fear things that can’t hurt you and desire things that can’t make you happy. It’s hard to be a human being when there are impulses inside you that you don’t understand and that don’t seem to have an outlet as if they were meant for someone else, or for another world and have attached themselves to you by mistake. It’s hard to be a human being when the world is so chaotic that you can’t find your right direction can’t find a life that aligns with your inner purpose and you feel inauthentic and unfulfilled like an actor who hates the role he plays. But the strangest thing is how easy it is to step outside this world of discord.
The strangest thing is that this suffering that seems so dense and deep-rooted is only superficial, and insubstantial.
The hardship of being human is the pain of separation – the incompleteness of a lonely, fragile fragment who was once part of the whole and longs for unity again. Let go of your autonomy, and let your mind fall silent until you feel yourself reconnecting to the whole. And then your suffering will begin to ease like a passing storm, that gives way to stillness. And then you will sense the security of belonging, the joy of participating the lightness of life living through you the inner strength that wholeness brings. Then you will remember how easy human life was meant to be.
https://youtu.be/Z25aDKQ7Ojw
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