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An Open Letter to the Young

I'm sure that there are times when you feel that going on is just not an option, but it is going backwards that is just not going to happen. Every time you have an experience you become further convinced that you know what does not work and the mind becomes more easily fixated on its objective, wobbling with each hardship.  And yet, ahead lies only freedom for the mind that allows each experience to operate as a full service lesson for understanding our tolerance of stress and for pressure.  
 
The weight of adulthood is in that those things you wanted and worked for often become the liabilities you seek to abstain from later.  You learn to figure out that the more you want it the more difficult the trials and therefore the more you must reason out that this must somehow be worth it.  
 
Many are called to adulthood but few make the journey.  It is a steep mountain that requires a lonely walk into the stratosphere. It is hard to breathe and lonely and everything tells you to turn back.  But this is exactly why you must re-evaluate and readjust and then re-launch yourself, re-invent yourself....every day becomes a question of why….and then you know that you are in the right area….why do I want this?  Why do I need this?  What is the point of this?
 
You may make the same mistakes over and over and ask yourself what is wrong with you that you repeat this over and over and your sense of self-condemnation hits you like a ton of bricks.  Why can't I stop this? Am I broken?  Am I lost?  What is wrong with me? The answer that comes back to you is shockingly simple: You have never been here before.  This is a new experience. This is the reason for the insecurity.  YOU are about to learn something new, and the tolerances have to be set on maximum.  What will happen if you go broke?  What will happen if you are not loved?  What will happen if you are not listened to?  
 
All of these have the same answer. You cannot go broke, because you have the wealth of your imagination.  You can imagine a world where these questions are all answered, and this is the world that you will seek to create.  You do not find it; you create it.  In this way, we are like God.  We are made in his image.  He made it all and we are made like him. He created the materials with which we are to assemble and build our lives.  Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Body, Mind, and Emotions….that which endures in time and space is called the spirit.  The individual spirit, the enduring self, is call the soul, and its message to the cosmos is the psyche, the self -interface.  This is you as you know yourself.
 
And the dance you do is to use the psyche to travel as the vessel for the soul as it traverses the universe, seeking experiences by which to reveal itself to itself, sub-conscious over-riding the self-conscious mind to become conscious, harmonizing with the general principle of unconditional love.  When we are ultimately unstressed and have given into our restfulness, it is because the psyche and soul are in play together, and the annoyances have ceased.  All is necessary and so all is important.  Nothing is wasted.  Every experience is savored.
 
Difficulties are not road blocks but rather are sign posts. Check points.  Are you sure this is the road?  Are you sure this is the objective?  Are you ready to be questioned by life?  Then okay. Here it comes.  You say that you want this, but what if the way is difficult and lonely?  What then?  Do you only want it if it is easy?
 
Or are you made of keener stuff?  Refinement requires fire.  It is hot and it is unpleasant.  The cold shoulder burns.  The absence of support makes you yearn to turn back.  The threat of annihilation is on every corner.  And it is scary to stand alone in the dark with no light and to still the heart while proclaiming your truth, but, nevertheless, there is where the gargoyles pay tribute to the soul that passes the dark night.  It is thankless.  It is miserable.  It is without mercy. It is unfair.  If you can get beyond the anxiety of thinking this, then you pay yourself every day to work at a life you love, for it is in that insecurity that the flower lives on the edge of destruction and produces the most succulent fruit.
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