"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others"
-Marianne Williamson
The day we were born, we were ushered into a universe full of possibilities and an unending trail of greatness. We were meant to manipulate this universe to our will. We were meant to be the shining stars that blaze across the universe for all creatures to see. It was given to us not borrowed. we were meant to be the masters of this place called earth. The question is, what happened? What went wrong? what happened to the light that was placed in our hearts to lead us all the way?
Growing up, I was taught a lot of virtues by the grown ups. People who have been here so many years than me and of course knows the terrain more than I do. I was taught what I could do as human and what I could not. No body told me I am great the way I am. Mum would tell me, "Don't steal" as if I was born a thief. Occasionally, dad would bellow with a deep voice and goes like "respect your elders, don't insult. If you do, people might think you were not brought up well." Parents are so preoccupied with the way society thinks and behave that they forget the inborn talent we came to this world with. Everything kids do is measured in the microscopic lens of the society, to ascertain whether or not it is fit for society. In this way, parent forget to nurture the inborn qualities of their kids. Along the way, as we grow up, we become disoriented about ourselves and the quality we brought. Very few of us were lucky to be given the room to explore. Very few of us were given the space to commit our own mistakes and learn from them. Very few of us were given the atmosphere to feel that we are essentially divine because of what we are, not what we do. All of us have been molded to fit into the paradigm of society, we are therefore lost before we even begin to search for our path back home.
As Marianne Williamson puts it "We were all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone." It is not the will of nature to see suffering among us. It is not the design of nature to make others prosper whiles others wallow in the pit of poverty and wants....Actually, nature sowed a seed in every heart, intended to germinate, grow and bear fruit to feed our individual souls. It is just unfortunate that some of us didn't water our seeds enough to ensure growth. Our seeds got rotten even before they got the chance to know the kind of fruit it should bear....That's the meaning of our suffering. That's why we wobble along the path of life and fall along the way. Our death came before we were born.
All is not lost though, there's always a chance to get back to life...everything that was given us as kids are still within us waiting to be tapped into...All we need to do is to return to our beginning, where our innocence made us the bright light of the future. Let's forget about our fears, we were not born with one. Let's trample upon the things that hold us back from being who we meant to be. "Actually, who are you not to be?" Time to play small is over...Time to act to please others is far spent. Let's get unto our feet and make manifest of the things hidden in our heart. We too can be liberated, we too deserves to be who we were meant to be....We are because we were born to be.
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