What we give our attention to becomes our purpose.

When we are constantly distracted by making a living, we have no capacity to make a life. We then have what is called a midlife crisis which is nothing more than suddenly having time and capacity to allow into consciousness that which we were born to do … and potentially recognising that we failed at that.

Then misery and breakdown occurs because the psyche doesn’t want to acknowledge that all that life was wasted — it’s a kind of cognitive dissonance that makes us hang onto the illusion of the bullshit we have been fed because allowing the knowing of that truth would cause us to choose suffering in the face of our irreversible mistake … and the mass societal gaslighting.

This can literally kill some people, or it can break away the shell of one’s understanding of who one perceives oneself to be.

You can get stuck in the constructed reality that says it’s only normal if you sacrifice most of your life in the pursuit of fulfilment through possessions and money just so you can retire when you too old to use it on anything other than medical care. Or you can lament this perceived waste of life and truth. 

You get to choose to break through or be broken open … the point being that you get to choose. 

And rather than living the lie or the victimhood, you get to Start Again!

My life is proof that it is never too late to start again. I admit to having broken open on a few occasions — life’s longing for me to live into what gifts I bring cleaved me open like an oyster so that I could brandish my pearl. That was the beginning of both the hero journey and the true ego journey — the treacherous and tortuous paths that taught me to hold lightly that which I bring because as is evident with a baby who is born with fists tightly closed, so too is it evident that in death our palms lay open … we can hold onto nothing so let it flow through your fingers like the river of chi flows through your spine.