I had a nightmare.
I had a nightmare that when events no longer remind me about mortality and the propensity I have to be violent as well as compassionate, I will be no different.
I had a nightmare I forgot to be thankful for health.
I had a nightmare that instead of being content I frantically returned to defining what is ‘normal’ for myself and others.
I had a nightmare that instead of attending to changing myself I continued to point fingers at others and accuse them of what I cannot bare within.
I had a nightmare that whilst ferociously trying to promote myself, I forgot to listen to the needs of colleagues and the worlds dilemma’s and sorrows.
That I denied my own prejudice and forgot to guard against it.
That I used toxic behaviour as a reason to justify my own pain.
That instead of learning to appreciate, I continued with a stony heart.
That instead of uncovering the purpose of news reports and social media posts, I blindly accepted them.
That I forgot to ask ‘why?’
I must meditate for a better sense of self and the world around me.
I must close my mouth and listen deeply to the life of others.
I must connect to the experiences of others without seeing them as a reflection of my own.
I must seek out new ways to support and love self and others.
I must vigorously pursue work that pays the bills but also benefits my own soul and that of my clients.
I must laugh more.
I must check in with loved ones.
I must keep a playful and tender heart.
I must grow.