How often in our short lived lives do we truly exist for the moment, throwing whim and caution out into the unknown void? Instead, we sit complacent, passive to the prospect for transformation to a life transcendent of the ordinary, whether it come in the form of spirituality, enlightenment, love or devotion. What is it that restrains us, forms shackles of consciousness? Fear is the most probable of responses; there’s fear of rejection, of disappointment, of uncovering the unexpected, inadaptability, fear of being overwhelmed, underappreciated, motivation, disorder; any of these could be the underlying impetus. But it’s what lies beyond the mundane human sentiment, the possibility of something greater than us that should beckon and call to us amorously, sway us away from our comfortable niche that we’ve carved. It’s in this that we live not only for ourselves, but for the possibility of ourselves.
posted by Sheila @ 6/06/2006 05:49:00 AM
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