Self-Worth.

Views, likes, and followers

The new currency of self-worth.

 

How many followers does a person need to feel important?

How many likes do you need until you feel complete?

How many views till you’re content with your life?

Will you ever be satisfied?

 

Let go of the constant need for outside validation.

Let go of the obsession with likes, followers, and views.

 

Embrace your mission.

Embrace your purpose.

Your life is much more important the number of followers you have.

Quality over quantity. 

 

 

 

 

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Waves.

A wave breaks at the shore.

Never to be seen again.

One wave allows room for the next.

It accepts its impermanence.

It allows for its transformation.

 

The wave is both impermanent & infinite.

Each drop of water is interconnected.

Within the vastness of the ocean.

So are you. 

Money, Followers, & Celebrity.

 

Money, followers, and celebrity.

The new American dream.

How many followers do you need to be content?

How many Tesla’s will bring long-lasting joy?

Once I get 100K followers and I’ll be content.

Ten million dollars a year would be perfect.

20 million.

50 million.

Naw 100 billion.

 

You’re hooked.

Addicted to more.

Never satisfied.

 

How will you ever be free?

 

No amount of money.

Materials or followers.

Will bring endless happiness.

 

 

Define enough.

And you’ll find that you already have plenty of it.

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Black Hole.

 

 

A black hole appears.

Gravity stronger than a billion suns.

Pulling me slowly into its endless abyss.

Will I be sucked into the darkness?

 

My mission.

My purpose.

My vision.

Is to alleviate suffering in this world.

Will I fulfill this life’s mission?

 

The black hole of distraction.

It’s gravity stronger than a billion stars.

Addicted to scrolling.

Scrolling through the darkness of social media.

 

There are no passions found in the black hole.

Only distraction.

No purpose or meaning.

Countless missions left incomplete.

 

 

Social media & distractions are not all meaningless blackholes. But we must be careful that we do not get sucked into their gravitational pull. Set boundaries. Know the signs of addiction. Use mindfully. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abandon Ship!

Unexpected storms.

Unbearable winds.

Unavoidable destruction.

 

Your ship is broken.

Years of neglect.

Storms breaking it piece by piece.

Abandon your ship.

Let go and go into the great unknown.

Dive deep into the darkness of the sea.

 

The water is coldest at the bottom.

Unbearable pressure.

Suffocating pain.

Keep going.

 

As the storm passes, you will see a light.

Follow it.

 

Do not get accustomed to the darkness.

Do not wish for your old ship to rise from the depths.

 

Through the pain, we can grow.

Through the suffering, we can heal.

 

As you reach the surface you smile.

New life has been given.

Gratitude shining from the sun.

 

 

As you wash ashore.

You’re full of joy.

Curious about this new island.

Excited about new adventures.

 

New beginnings have been given.

New experiences to enjoy.

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Fighting for Peace.

Fighting for peace.

Shaming for love.

Anger spilling into the streets.

Not an ounce of compassion.

 

How will they ever know peace if all we show them is violence?

We must show them another way.

The way of peace.

 

Our life is our message.

The message of peace.

The message of love.

The message of compassion.

 

Go to the streets.

 

Go to them in peace.

With love.

With compassion.

 

Anger can’t stomp out anger.

Only love can.

Violence won’t stop violence.

Only peace can.

Apathy won’t end apathy.

Only compassion can.

 

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Lost at Sea.

A ship is lost in the treacherous open sea. The crew grows more impatient each day; the Captain is worried about a potential mutiny. No land in sight. 

 

Will this be the end?

 

My crew goes weary.

Mumbling & arguing with each other.

Constantly chattering.

The smell of mutiny in the air.

 

I observe them from my private charters.

One moment they are angry.

The next they are sad.

Anxious.

Depressed.

Fearful.

 

Will we ever see land again?

 

A large wave swells up from the depths of the ocean.

Panic.

HOLD ON!!!!!

The ship creaks and moans.

We survive.

 

A month goes by.

Food short on supply.

Crew sick and diseased.

Birds of prey circle above us.

 

The end is near.

 

Until one day I see darkness on the horizon.

LAND!!

We are safe.

Joy & tears flow into the sea.

My crew dances under the moonlight.

 

No wave can sink me.

No storm will worry me.

I won’t break to my crew’s demands.

For I am the Captain.

 

 

I am not my thoughts. I am not my emotions. I am the observer. The Captain of my body & mind. I will honor these thoughts & emotions as impermanent. I will not sink into the darkness.

 

 

 

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