Ever since I was a child, I I have been no stranger to the pain that exists in the world, that lies side by side with our happiness. I have always been very sensitive, to the suffering of other beings, so much so, that I grew up, being told to keep my thoughts to myself. Asking questions, that so many felt uncomfortable being confronted with. 'How can you say you love animals and then eat them?'
Like any other child, I grew up with so many questions, wanting to know how things were done in this amazing world and also why they were done in such a way. I also asked questions, to see if others thought like me, if they could sense the things that I could, and if they did, how it affected them . It's quite common to censor children, to stop their questions and opinions head on, if they begin to thread on certain truths, that we do not wish to face. Just like my animal one above.
There were so many things, so many feelings that I kept to myself. Waiting to discover other kids/adults that felt like me. That cried, when they saw a tree being cut down, who acknowledged and wept, for the passing of every being that they witnessed already dead, from the worms that lay exposed to the sun, to the dogs that lay at the side of the road, forgotten and ignored. To the earth that was ripped apart for mining. It broke my heart, it still does.
I also began questioning the religion that I was born into, from a very young age. I couldn't understand, why we went inside a cold building each week, to worship our creator, surely that should be done outside, amongst the greatest creations. I couldn't understand, that what seem most important to me, was mostly ignored within these scriptures.
I was like every child, trying to make sense of this world that was laid out before them, the human world. So much of it, made no sense to me, how could so many people, be blind to the way in which the earth itself was treated?
Schools themselves, love to censor children, to quieten their minds,in order to make way for their words, their stories. Framing each mind, how they want them to be.
Where the only truth, is their truth!
There is something to be said, about finding people that you can share your truth with and who share that same truth with you. Where your sensitivity is celebrated and encouraged. Where they see the world, in all it's splendor and chaos and have their eyes open and a willingness to learn and remember.
It is liberating to be able to speak your truth, to use your voice and have people listen. To be open about all the things that you were once told to keep to yourself,(but lets be honest I still get told to keep certain things to myself).
It saddens me to see so many silenced, those who have voices and those who don't. This world is our creation and we need to stand and face it, the dark and the light. This time of chaos that is upon us, we called this into being, because we knew that the old world needed to die. With death, we get to see everything that has got us here, everything is being revealed.