THE REBEL AND BEAUTY: Thinking versus Appreciating

I was born a thinker, not a doer. I loved my mind. It was safe there. Looking at the outside world. Noticing what needed to be better. I found a deep rebel in me. I loved my rebel. It had critical thinking. It saw things differently. My rebel gave me a purpose in life. To share my discoveries, what I found healing, to infuse the mainstream with my rebellious ideas… I thought all was well…

Now I am discovering a new part of me that is asking my attention. A part that just wants to appreciate people and everything, a part that is in awe of every moment, of a little bug or a little flower, of a little child, of an older person, of the spark in someone’s eyes… That part is growing in me and, as it is growing, the rebel becomes less important. The rebel no longer gives me a purpose… I am less here to help change the world, and more here to appreciate what is… every person in his/her darkest moment, not just when everything is great, to see beauty where I could not see it before… to connect where I could not connect before because my rebel overrode my ability to see that I did not have to rush, that I could take the time to breathe, to smile, to forget I had a purpose… I am losing my seriousness…

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