Message
Hello. This message is my gift to you in the case that you decide to dedicate a piece of your time.
Maybe we’ve met already, or not. Regardless, I want you to know that whoever you are, whatever you do, and wherever you come from, it doesn’t change what I have to say to you.
I spent what felt like an eternity looking for answers. There was never an end; I always wanted to know more. I would convince myself that there actually was a finish line, a piece of information that would make things easier forever. I began forgetting everything and everyone around me; that hunger for wisdom became an obsession.
Imagine a place where you do not need to prove that you’re worthy or valid by working hard, where you can live a balanced life, even if what you do doesn’t pay enough, where you won’t ever feel forced to tolerate anything you don’t want to do for money, and where you are respected just for existing, without being asked for anything in return. Doesn’t this sound like the opposite of what modern society seems to be teaching? Sounds like brainwashing to me. I think it’s so much easier to assert authority and maintain a stable hierarchy when a civilization is labeled, categorized, and divided into smaller groups of alike individuals or pairs. Take a look at romance and how it ultimately leads to marriage, which is legally a two-person bond. Wouldn’t we be so much stronger if we all formed a huge community? It doesn’t surprise me polyamorous relationships are stigmatized.
There is massive hidden potential in you. How would I know? I know this is true because we all share something in common beyond the surface. When I discovered that power was in me, I just knew I wasn’t alone. I feel a spark when somebody holds eye contact with me for long enough; it’s indescribable. I didn’t notice that for a very long time. I was too busy escaping the pain of judgement and rejection, learning irrelevant information in strict educational systems or on the internet, trying to fit in all the wrong places, seeking acceptance from others because I didn’t accept myself, building superficial respect, maintaining a fake reputation, and trying to look cool, professional, and serious. I wanted to belong somewhere, which implies I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere to begin with. I did belong, all this time, and you do too. But I was unaware. I was a prisoner, and maybe I still am, but I feel like I’m starting to break free. I had built a prison for myself, inside my own mind. Have you ever heard a parent tell their child not to cry or yell? Have you been punished or been accused of being less valuable? The child starts building that prison from within, believing it’s the right thing to do, without questioning it. Keeping emotions captive, taming what was meant to be wild. I felt aware. That’s when I started breaking free; I felt as if I was being restrained “for my own safety.” That’s not safety; that’s imprisonment.
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We’re human after all. It’s likely that you have already judged me. But do we really mean to? Maybe you did it without thinking much, like an involuntary reflex. Are we truly in control of our thoughts? I ask myself the same question nearly every day. Apparently, that’s normalized nowadays; people don’t think, they just function. I don’t want to run on autopilot anymore; we have a mind of our own. We should be able to think and express whatever we feel without letting self-criticism stop us. This decision is our potential: letting go, disinhibition. If I were there and you wished to, I’d open my arms and offer my hand to you.
We might not know each other, have not even seen each other’s faces, heard our real voices, or even looked in the eyes. Still, I can surely speak from my heart and say that I love you, whoever you are; it doesn’t matter. You could be my enemy or hate me profoundly for whatever personal reasons you may have. This doesn’t change the fact I would still love to hear you out and understand your world.
When I say I love you, I want to clarify I’m not talking about the romantic type of love. This is me choosing not to let disconnection and hate drive me. This is me accepting you and the world for what you are, unconditionally. This is me refusing to let trauma, fear, and suppression shape my beliefs. Change starts with you and anyone who stops pretending to be someone they’re not, against their own liking. You don’t have to hold back if you were. I know how scary this can be, especially if we’ve lived surrounded by others turning their backs on us after showing them our true, unfiltered selves. Sometimes we are very good at pretending like we’re fine by ourselves, even during moments of profound suffering. Let’s start saying what we really think, even if it’s awkward, even if it’s a description of the very reason why we hesitated in the first place. Lies aren’t necessary, especially after I noticed I was lying to myself more than anyone.
Love is union. Union is strength. Strength is the power that was weakened for so long because it forgot love as its true purpose. We aren’t just here to survive; we can feel deeply. Let’s enjoy that while we can, together.
Believing in authentic love with myself is saving me. Now I feel like I can finally start to love others.
If you ever sense something is off, ask yourself if it’s something inside before judging or blaming everything and everyone around you. Focus on healing; take care of yourself — body and mind — just as you would for the person you love the most.
You’ll know when you listen to what your body feels more than what your mind thinks. The gut never lies.
