To ensure your survival, surrendering remains our sole option. An enigmatic term: surrender to life. To entrust ourselves. To embrace truth—the ache within our legs, the gnawing hunger in our bellies, and the suffocating doubts clouding our minds. Perhaps few tasks are less daunting than squarely facing the life we inhabit, undertaking the actions required to attain that life, and navigating the journey without self-destruction along the way.
Many have perished a mere three feet from freedom, yet our lives are characterized by a fervent dance between pleasure and pain, making surrendering a challenge easier spoken than executed. Nevertheless, it stands as the only course of action, for the sadness stemming from a life unfulfilled, from a sense of worthlessness, from persistent fantasies of death, becomes so relentless that I find myself yearning for a madman to burst through my doors and bear the burden on my behalf.
Yet, I’ve come to realize that our yearning for death amounts to a plea for change—an outcry for assistance—a declaration of deserving more. It’s a lightning bolt from the heavens, signaling that the time has arrived to unseal our eyes and apprehend the richness of the world surrounding us.
Being truthful about your emotions is imperative. When you fabricate your pain or disregard the authenticity of your feelings, you inadvertently isolate yourself from hearing God’s voice. If we accept that God encompasses all aspects of existence, then it follows that God is present in moments of anguish, uncertainty, tears, and desolation.
The world possesses a knack for depersonalizing our identity, distorting our inherent beauty, and gradually diminishing our self-worth until we become almost inconspicuous. This occurs despite our inherent desire to thrive and truly live. We yearn for a purpose that breathes life into our existence, for while we might have countless reasons to succumb to despair, our ultimate aspiration is to find a thousand reasons to embrace life.
I beseech my friend to yield, to devise our escape until the vigor is cultivated to surge towards liberation. Perhaps the vigor is most aptly honed in the leap – maybe when our forebears pursued the moon northward, they grasped the chance firmly and journeyed through the woods, their skin bearing the marks of the trees’ cuts, their bellies tormented by hunger, and their feet pierced by branches. Embrace the prospect of being taken aback by the benevolence of God.
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