Two days ago I wore my heart on my sleeve as I often do and many people thought that I was “burned out”. I can’t really deny that but I’ve been burnt out for 100 years, this is nothing new, and it’s not nearly as serious as you think. I just don’t censor what I say unless I have legitimate reason to do so for safety or convenience reasons. For some reason, making you all think that I’m not a basket case does not seem to register as a good enough reason.
Perhaps I want you to know that I’m a basket case. Perhaps the reason for this is that if I don’t, you’ll fool yourself into seeing me as a guru, as people do from time to time. You may think I am a bit immodest in saying this but when I have my shit together, I really really have my shit together. I’ve tasted the divine, been drunk off it for months at a time. I have walked between worlds. I have what you are seeking.
And I still fall apart sometimes.
I know many like myself who pretend they don’t. They make a living as life coaches or as respected leaders in their fields, and rightfully so. But where they keep their breakdowns to themselves, I don’t like how that feels. If you respect me, you deserve to know that I’m as vulnerable and imperfect as anyone. And I hope that you can still see how well I am at playing in the infinite.
I am a teacher and what I teach is independence from the teacher. I destroy the guru. I am a leader who leads away from the idea of leaders. It may not be the greatest business model, but it’s what I am good at. I break the stage, the mic, the image. I want you to know that nothing is outside your reach.
And so part of that is showing the best and worst of me with little care for how marketable or presentable it may be. I want to build myself up in your mind only to set myself on fire so that you that nothing is extraordinary....except for everything!
You can write 100 beautiful songs right this moment if you let yourself flow.
I know I sound like I have some kind of god complex here, but you would too if you knew how utterly incredible you were.
So I hit a bump in the road. That’s all. And I love you for noticing and caring. You are such beautiful expressions of being and I hope you stay in my life. I hope you never run from this self that perpetually lights itself afire. And if you do, I’ll do my best to love you anyway. ❤️
Feel me?