The Devil Is Not Your Keeper


There is mind-bending beauty in the fact that we are eternal. We come, we go, and we travel so far beyond our conscious understanding we’re left blindsided and brush it off as fable or tall tale.¬†This is who you are now, but it is not who you will always be. This may be how you feel now, but it will not be how you always feel.

In the time we spend reeling in confusion, grasping at straws trying to piece our egos together, we forget to acknowledge some things. Society created gender roles and categorizations and lifestyles and names and titles because we fear the unknown, especially when the unknown is us.

It’s as though we’re stranded in the middle of an ocean, but we were promised the current would bring us back ashore. We’re given all we need on the life raft. As far as we can see, we’re being led back, slowly. We don’t know when we’ll approach the shore, but all evidence points to the fact that we will. But we don’t spend our time looking around, enjoying the view, seeing who came with us, and riding out the waves. We sit and panic about what we’re doing and why we came here.

It doesn’t matter where we started because we may never know. It matters where we’re going, because that, we do. We begin and we end. We’ve seen one, so there’s only one other option.

And yes, it can be absolutely petrifying, the fact that you have absolutely no idea what’s happening or what is going to happen tomorrow– or in the next hour. You can reach the shore for all you know. But you don’t think you will, because all you’ve ever known is not doing so. You comfort yourself with ideas of routine and order, but its all false. All that is real is whatever we were sent here to do.

So if white hot rage has to strike through you, let it. You can raise your hands in protest, but it will only move through you slowly, with aggravated force. These are the things along the journey that you cannot avoid nor can you resist. It must simply pass. So let it.

We are eternal, but nothing else is. Today may be your last chance to be you, someone you forgot to completely immerse yourself in because you were too worried about the details. The details that, no matter how many times you thought them through, brought you no closer to understanding. They just tied up your mind and prevented you from really letting in the things you love. Your demon that is standing before the beautiful floodgate and is keeping you in a dehydrated nothingness.

Give him permission to walk away. He is not your keeper. You are his.

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