Humans: Although diverse, we are also one and the same, but not everyone sees it that way.

I have to be honest: I’m afraid of what will come out of my mouth lately. What will become of my words.

This fear only exemplifies my years of being conditioned to please.

I’ve always prided myself on my rawness and vulnerability– My willingness to think outside the box. My unique vibration.

But this last year has bulldozed me by surprise and snowglobed my worldview beyond comprehension.

Everything I thought I knew, I questioned.

Everything I questioned, I thought I knew.

I can only compare it to a blender, rendering fruit unrecognizable, compared to what it was before.

Or

to Descartes and his melted wax: We perceive the unknown through our senses, he argued, our visions, our smells, our listening, our taste, our touch.

But although “the senses can similarly inform us about the melted wax, they cannot tell us that the melted wax and the solid wax are one and the same.”

Such a simple meditation on what it means to be alive and on this transformational journey within.

Yet, my words are still guarded; my candle still dim.

It’s a tough and long journey, you know?

I guess I’m still accepting the harsh fact that it has to be.