Verba non acta

write if you are thinking

It is humbling to think that the flesh that holds our whole self and connects us to the the rest of the world through our senses is made of the same pieces as everything else around us.

Our body is capable of holding our awareness, making us feel cold or warm, letting us feel delight and pain, even sadness and happiness. Built of the very same pieces that could be just a stick (or a star), we are a person.

The odds of every thought we have, the odds of every feeling we sense are incredibly unique compared with the material size of the universe. Some of this almost miraculous awareness only lasts a few instants, and then it just goes away. Often we don’t even pay attention to these tiny marvels in ourselves.

We let them go, we let them fade, without noticing the unexplainable gift that they are. A gift from the Universe to us just because we are, and because we are - with attention and care - they could also become gifts from us to the Universe containing all of our fellow sentient creatures in it.

Once we embrace the unique unlikeliness of ourselves, we must stop and appreciate how magical it is that we can articulate our mind into words, that we can turn our words into sounds, or signs, and that another being made of stardust like ourselves, can turn them back into the very same ideas that just emerged from our brains! Sometimes with something lost in translation, but always enough to be worthy of awe, and normally enough to make us wonder what we missed.

In spite of our memories, we only exist now. In spite of our dreams, we only know now. While now is happening, word after word, thought after thought, we should not let this instant go without appreciation, because within that effort lies the key to be, to be alive now, and never look in time with the regret of the life we let slip away.

When you do, do with intent, and enjoy doing.

When you think, and feel: Be alive, live purposefully, maybe give a chance to writing.

Write for yourself, write for others, write to celebrate your fortune every new second of existence, write to share how it feels for you to be alive.

Write with compassion, write with respect, write with admiration because there is nothing silly in being you, on feeling like you, or like anybody else.

Write to be read, write to forget, write because you love, write because you are hurt, write in silence, write in any way, or anytime because although writings become just signs of a past life once the page is turned, that life will become alive again in the minds and souls of anyone reading you.

Write with love for yourself, and write with love for your unknown future reader. Write to tell them that compassion existed, that you are a person too, that you lived and loved like they do, and that through the miracle that it is that we are bodies made of atoms, from the stars, capable of experiencing the world, and communicating it.

You can love them from time and distance, forever.

Verba non acta.