A Letter From The World To You

By Greg Rakozy
(The ones who need to write this, cannot. Please consider this their letter)

Dear Precious One And Only You,
Inside you. Can you feel it? Your heart beating. Your chest rising and falling. Your body fidgeting. 
You are alive.

It feels so obvious we skip past it. Maybe you already have. Maybe you are already lines ahead of me in this place. But this feels so urgent, so important. I have to repeat it: You. Are. Alive. 

And one day you won't be. 

This unique form of love and consciousness.... This unique form of life experience and perspective.... Every precious cell in your body.... The unique combination of your gifts and failures.... It will all stop. It will all blow away. Your body will become part of everything else. Your precious inner self... well, I won't pretend to know for sure what happens there. I have theories. But we can agree: this life of yours won't last.

Can I plead with you for a second?

Please live these days you have left. They are few. Please live.
By Matt Quinn

I don't need one more afraid, half-alive, numbed-out, dumbed-down, complacent, people-pleasing, settling, self-denying, self-punishing, or shame-filled person. I don't need one more person who shuts their eyes and pretends. I don't need one more person denying the beating of their heart, going through the motions while asleep.

I need you.

Yes, you.
I. need. YOU.
I need you wide open. Spilling out. It's urgent.

So whatever it is that you know you are supposed to be doing to make our world better, more whole, more full of love... I am begging you to please do it. Right now. Start now. The ones who need you cannot ask. So consider this a letter from them. Please.

If you have some healing you need to do first, then start there. Because, yes, you are the first place that your lovely love needs to go. But I beg you- don't wait until you're "all better". Don't wait until you're "all done". You're already here. 

Ready or not, the curtain has raised. This is your moment, your only moment. It is so heart-breakingly brief. Shorter than any of us expects.
You. Are. Enough.
You are the only you that we have. So please go do that thing. Right away. Start now. I'll wait. 

And it's funny, because none of us are ever "all done" and none of us will ever be in this life. So... you can't use that as your finish line. Sometimes I wonder if that is the entire point: a bunch of mortally wounded individuals using their fleeting moments to heal each other. It's so strangely appropriate somehow.

I don't know if you see the news. I am broken and hurting. I am starving and wounded. We are hurting each other. I need you. Right now. It's urgent.

By Nasa

So no more, please. No more playing small. No more downplaying the unique self you get to be. No more waiting. No more closing your eyes. No more being afraid. It's enough. IT'S ENOUGH. I am desperate for imperfect you.

Signed with love,

All of us

ps. If you need a little boost. Read this.

pps. In case you need other letters, here's some more

"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, and 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 will not 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 is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." -Marianne Williamson

"The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest wo/men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.― Sophie Scholl, member of the resistance group The White Rose Society, who disseminated information against Hitler's propaganda.

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