Guilt
A strange burden we hang around our hearts.
Walking an entire lifetime carrying the heavy sentence of guilt.
A dense story of which we’ve convinced ourselves, through hindsight, we should have behaved better.
We should’ve been kinder.
Should’ve of done this, shouldn’t have done that.
The torment of the transformative time machine we could never find the keys for.
The guilt we cart around is a redundant program, a catalogue of cycling condemnation destined to shackle us to the past.
We hold onto guilt, regret, shame – from the perspective of today’s experience, accompanied by today’s wisdom.
Yet, those insights were foreign to us back then. We were answering to the challenges of life.
The trials 'n' tribulations we endured, the journey full of ordeal, sailing the many seas of suffering – to get us to here.
A place with deeper knowing and a profounder empathy for our existence.
Back then, when we were holding on for dear life, we reacted with what was available to us. Our actions were not premediated to cause pain in others. We never planned to hurt anyone. In the fog of our ignorant innocence, we were simply surviving.
We used the rusty tools passed down to us, done our best to clean off what we could from those tools, then bluntly went about building a life.
Only now with the gift of retrospection and eyes learned by tears, can we see our actions were perhaps not befitting of who we are today.
And that’s okay. It sums up life. We are here to learn, to unlearn and most importantly fuse all of the shadows into our loving light.
To be taught by our mistakes, allow our perceived short-comings to guide us to go deeper into figuring out who and exactly what we are.
We are invited to transmute the lethargic load of self-loathing by gifting our past the forgiveness it longs for.
Do this and the muddy mistakes become the cosmic catalyst for the scarred, worn and powerful beauty we are today.
Forgive.
Unknot.
And let love flow.
Join us at MYGA this coming Sunday, where we'll be talking Fear. See you there ❤️