Journey

You're meeting an old school daydreamer. Someone who randomly  gaze out of the window and just drift somewhere very far beyond right and wrong into imaginary worlds, losing in thoughts that feel more real than reality. She discovers a quiet place where she doesn't have to explain anything, where both her good and the bad, beautiful and the broken, calm and the complicated bits are welcomed, accepted and cherished. Her random drifts turn her imaginary escape into her safe new home where her liberated dreams are  studied and celebrated . These are felt, heard, noticed and allowed to exist without question . Even today, when life gets too loud and overwhelming and she needs a run away, she turns back and quietly slips into her world where everything feels different - gentler, warmer, freer, softer and valuable in its own way she barely finds outside. It’s not that she creates this world to miss out on the reality or who she is. She believes she found it for her self ...

And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it - although I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't and can't understand. - What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. - What doesn't fit into a story. - What doesn't have a story. - Glint of brightness on a barely chain. - Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. - The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. - Sorrow inseparable from joy. - And life bound by tough let goes. Hence, in the silence of suffering, the soul begins to speak about the combination of deepest wisdom that grow in the soil of the hardest trials.