MIND SET

Mirror your soul

I really tend to believe that people are creating their own reality. I'm sure that it's what they do when they make their dreams come true. It's not about bringing your whims to do the action, but to express yourself through your surrounding world, so it mirrors who you are, and the way you choose to be.

It's not new that different people have different beliefs. Some people think they can direct their fate, and some believe that fate directs them. Some people receive inner guidance, feeling that it was given from above, and some are sure that it's their own soul guiding them. So how do you think, is there anyone who's in control of your life, or are you the only one who claims the right to be its master?

I really tend to believe that people are creating their own reality. I'm sure that it's what they do when they make their dreams come true.

I still believe though that the Creator does the creating as well, but i just can't see God and us as being something separate. I think if God was observing us, then the only thing s/he'd see would be the reflection of oneself.

But if you're trying to see yourself being as great and loving as if you were no longer just a body and emotions, and to look at everything from the soul's point of view, or from your Higher-Self's perspective, you suddenly understand that you feel so tied up in your old and comfy perception of the world, that you can't break free from your fears and worries whispered by your ego day by day. Your whole life you were doing things by the force of habit, and now, you woke up, but it's not like you can change yourself in a wisp of light. Now it will be hard.

I, myself, as if i've never checked what's going on in my head, once just realised that all my worries are about money, health, family problems, about who might die in my family and what pages of my life could be torn away. I felt that i don't even understand who i truly am. I was just unable to realise myself, and that could make a person feel desperate, because if there's no hint of self-realisation, there is no grasp for the life itself.

You know, it's like there's just no personal freedom. Like you've lost your right to be yourself. As if you suddenly realise that most of your thoughts are limited and not of your true nature at all; as if you're thinking and speaking from your ego all the time, but don't even comprehend where your soul is hiding.

If you're trying to find the way back to your soul, and finally do something good, or start helping someone, you still don't, because all your inner strives are devoted to fight away your ego, or to stop hurting others and not be driven by the anger if somebody plays with your emotions. I think that, if any sense of wisdom is present, nobody actually wants to hurt anyone, or feel guilty afterward. And nobody wants to be what people say or think about them. How could anyone know your soul so well, and tell you everything about it?

How could anyone steal your freedom of being yourself, and how could it be good to bring up the whole show of being such a remarkable personality, about which people will gossip, if the thing that makes you mad and broken is that you don't really understand who you are, and that the things like burden of guilt, age, illness, or other pains may swipe away everything that you've ever been, and there would be nothing left; nothing remarkable.

So mostly all my struggles have been turned into a dream to be free and forget the limitations. Like when you see a plane in the sky, and your longing and desire for liberty is so strong, that you not just desperately want to be in there, but you wish to be the very moment of self-determination, the moment of choice. But dreams are dreams, and you don't gain anything but sadness if they stay unfulfilled. The weird thing is that even if they don't come true, you still can't stop yourself from hoping that they will. As if the hope is a secret knowledge that everything is going to be all right.

And if your life is similar to lives of many, you might not even realise that there is something that is keeping you from giving up, even if your entire reality is based on irritation and frustration.

You know, many people actually hate their lives, because they do not see what they want to see around, and do not feel the way they might, if only everything was different. But if the only thing you see around is the kingdom of depression, it is not about the world, and not about the life, definitely. When somebody dies, life doesn't stop.

It must be realised that if you have devoted your life to lies or pretence, if you're choosing to stay bound when you are free, this is not about the life. You might think that you hate it, or that nothing good will ever happen to you because it's just not worth happening, but it is you choosing what to feel at this moment of your life, and if it's worth of being felt at all.

You can choose to fill your day with such things like necktie colour picking, considering the size of staples you need for your work, or just spending all the time in the kitchen. But you also may choose to wake up once in the morning with strong intention to start everything anew, as if there were no regrets in your life, as if nobody ever broke you before... You are choosing your words; you're choosing your thoughts and moods. You're choosing the life through which you will express yourself, and your entire reality is your own reflection. If your reality is unsuitable, maybe what you feel and do is not suitable for your soul, and to change it you got to see the world as if it was the part of your entire being.

You know, there is a mantrum that was said to be one of the most powerful, which is probably not surprising because it puts you facing the truth about yourself. The one that many choose not to recognise. The mantrum is: "i love"

Strange, but even if you feel that you don't love anything about your life, the world, or the people around you, you instantly understand what is it exactly that you love.

The places where you've never been, the things you always dreamed to do, the feelings you so wished to experience, the people you could've love, or the children you didn't have. Even if you never had such things in your life, you still can't keep yourself from loving th em, because they're your dreams.