Always Growing

I’ve heard people say, “I am whole and complete within myself,” and I just don’t believe them.

While we may be able to fulfill ourselves, put ourselves first, and find happiness within ourselves - fundamental tools for self-love and self-care by which conscious loving should be based upon - we aren’t ever complete.

There is no such thing as perfection, as being finished. We don’t stop learning. We don’t ever stop changing. Human life is never static. Stagnation is the wound by which death and decay begin to creep in.

Life itself is a dynamic play of all the forces cocreating and destroying, infinite and fractal in its complexity, and if we think we’ve reached the penultimate, nirvana, enlightenment, we are only lying to ourselves.

The Universe itself is conscious, aware. I can stretch the word and say it’s God or Source or Mind or even Gravity. The point is, through us experiencing ourselves, the Universe experiences itself.