Wildfires

A Dialogue:

Hey there, it’s been a while since I’ve written such an expressive note. Yesterday brought another awakening—a glimpse of my awareness. The word that lingers in my head is "Pleasures."

I’ve chosen this path, the one I’m walking right now—free as a bird. I love this freedom to explore, to simply be. I did it anyway. I made it this far, stepping away from responsibilities and slowly diving into studying psychology. Bit by bit, I’m peeling back the layers of my egoic self, uncovering the many masks I wear. As I face myself without denial, I’m in awe of the tactful yet intricate ways I’ve built these parts of me. It’s fascinating. And yet, I know others might carry even more complexity in their behavior.

The behaviors of humans are so obvious, yet we deny them and play the game. But in the end, honesty always wins. It’s so plain, even stupidly simple, but still, we learn to play the dance—like tango. And to dance the perfect tango, it always takes two.

In my encounters, I’ve realized we’re often tangled in our own thoughts. Yet, one profound truth reveals itself when we explore who we are: we are already joy and happiness.

"Seasonal."

That’s a term humans love to play with. Seasons change, and nothing lasts forever. The seasons of our lives are ever-changing, always shifting. When we approach these changes with a clearer mind and a deeper understanding of the lessons they bring, we begin to truly live.

Living life means embracing uncertainty—not clinging to what is or fearing what might be. You move with the seasons, not through attachment but through observation. You sense the flow, knowing that in certain moments, there’s nothing to choose because the act of choosing itself hasn’t yet arrived. You become an observer of life’s cycles.

So, in the grand scheme of things, nothing really matters. But there is power in being true to your words because words carry vibrations. As you learn to love yourself first, you’ll naturally attract those who also need love. And in doing so, you’ll become a mirror—a reflection of loving awareness for others.

Love is Abstract. There is no logic and nothing to defend. Simply-IS.- The Being