Everything that we do is an expression of who we are

Express yourself fully god damnit !

What use is there for you, your miniscule life

It’s wonderous and beautiful,

How we ended up here,

Why we continue to live

Despite the insisting truth

That we are basically

Microbes in this grand universe

But isn’t there something magical about this as well

That we’ve emerged here

Here

Here

Here

Why are we here, if not to be a full embodiment of who we are!

This is something I struggle with deeply,

For this implies vulnerability

And an audacious or rather courageous

Unrelenting expression of the life that we are.

Being vulnerable is petrifying

Simply, it makes one feel like a child again

But isn’t this the time where we found the most joy in life?

We lived,

lived

lived

Existential questions did not plague our minds,

For, somewhere deep inside, although we did not think about this so much,

We knew that life was special as it is

Recall, the feeling of childhood

What did it feel like?

Sometimes I don’t remember at all

And this frightens me

But perhaps, rediscovering this, is something entirely new in adulthood

A revolutionary revelation!

Perhaps I’ve overextended my stay here in this poem

As I drift and drift

It feel like an abyss is forming,

But dive into it,

It’s almost as if everything we do is perfect

Not perfect, in that it is faultless,

What is perfection even?

It’s more like, whatever we do, is whatever we do

We are just who we are

Do not belittle yourself

Do not embellish yourself to be of egoic grander

Be who you are, and this is perfect

Mistakes will happen,

Do not imprison yourself to hellish overthinking about such things

Be responsible for your life experience,

And realize it is ephemeral, yet

It’s magnificent like an emerald

And it can be brightened with the right intention!