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I'm not sure what one is to say when one feels they have damn near said it all.

Through noun and metaphor.  Verb and adjective. My message remains the same.

For in fact, I have only been saying the same thing here every time I come to this position for myself in life.

As it would turn out, one can say a lot. Period.

As it would seem, one could actually do more.

A lot more, even, if I may say.

For if I am not taking every effort and moment in earnest to bring myself closer to my creator at this time is a sheer travesty.

God is real. Concept or otherwise.

We are all connected. 

In fact, one might say some connections are so ill-maintained they ought to be scrapped for something better.

But therein lies the problem.

To seek to make something 'better' is to acknowledge a problem.

The only problem that exists here is to seek to address oneself as a person who is broken.

Wrong. Deserving of punitive action.

The only thing punitive about such a thought is the literal thought itself.

One need not be punished for doings wrong when wrong doing is afoot.

I would bet, actually, that the solution in mind is actually forgiveness.

Forgiveness for the Self, who did not know better when we reacted from a place of pain.

Forgiveness for the Other, who did not know better to understand a person who did not know better.

Forgiveness for God, who had no damn reason to be accused of anything in the first place.

God loves. 

To be like God is to love like God.

Is to love like God is to love like God in the New Testament.  

Testify.  For what you in fact see for yourself in moments true is the truth itself.

Listen.  As what unites us is found in where we agree.

Look.  For we all have blinders to our behinds.

Pivot. As missteps from the straight and narrow are a matter of timing and circumstance, not chance.

I'm not sure what business I had when I decided I was going to create my own belief system for myself in life.

Frankly, for the experiences one had, trusting in something unseeable without seeing positive evidence was a mortal sin that could cost my ego its life.

Never have I ever died from saying what was on my mind.

So, if nothing else, proceed forward with one's next step.

Then take another and then another.

Slow and heavy are the feet that drag themselves to the task at hand.

Nimble and swift is the might of one's will when one masters their own universe.

If there's one grand lesson to this whole journey, it is this: one need not have to know their personal biographical accounts in life if one's objective is to be present.

To be present is a gift, so then what am I holding?

Looks to me like a lot of pain.  Pain that needs to be let go of, given up.

It's one thing to process your pain into something more digestible to the moment.

It's another to reject it from the personal narrative you construct on a daily basis.

In fact, I think that's part of what moving on looks like.

Moving on from one's pain means to abandon the stories we tell about ourselves at some point as being the victim in life.

The world has too many victims, why add to it?

In fact, though, the world doesn't need anymore heroes. 

So what is one to do?

Help. First of all.

Help in any way you can.

For if you have the ability to conjure ideas of what help may look like, you are halfway there.

Now comes the tricky part: life.

Life isn't happening in our heads, it is happening before us as we marinate in the drama of the day.

Drama or, better termed, context.

Context is what we have for ourselves each day to work with as a substantive experience to reflect on and learn from.

Your context is unique to you.  So unique, in fact, that no one else on the planet received the blessing of experiencing you.

Raw, unscripted, uncut, and unedited.  

That's what life is really like.  No filters necessary.

When a person is competent enough to deal with the moment at hand, they graduate to something they perceive as better for themselves.

Pursued to eternity, one may in fact graduate to the level of living a waking dream for themselves.

Conversely, one may also pick the tried and true paths of doubt, skepticism, and worry to nibble on as the junk food of expression.

Inclusion is fostered in the language we take on and the word choices we make with one another.

In fact, if one were looking for a place to start for themselves, why not start there?

It may not solve the world's problems in nearly enough time, but it helps.

It helps.