I hold the secret to life. I am a sensualist waiting for the whisper of my lover’s lips along my sensitive hollows. I am a maenad dancing under the full moon, firelight bathing my naked wine-drenched body. I am a bon vivant indulging my palate in lush culinary delights. I am a bodhisattva, seeking passionate wisdom through emotional magnitude, from profound compassion to empowering rage. I am an intellectual filling my mind with an endless stream of knowledge. I am a dynamo working incredibly hard at the task at hand. The secret to life.
The secret to life as I know it, is to fill your being with experience, to live to the fullest. Living is a practice. Every day is a fresh canvas, allowing us to explore ourselves, others, the world around us with all of the depth and intensity we can muster. Each new dawn presents us with unlimited possibilities, each dusk brings a velvet looking glass in which we can reflect upon our dreams and adventures. The sweetness of life should be savored. The sorrows of life should flow through you like a river, carving the channels of your soul deeper, sweeping away the sediment and showing you where to go next.
Find your joy. Change is constant, so do the things that make your life worth living, right now. Use all the colors in your crayon box. The world is painted in every imaginable hue. Saturate yourself. Mix shades. Strip down. Throw out the box.
Believe in something bigger than yourself. I don’t care if you give glory to God or understand the universe, as long as it frees you to feel your fully powerful self. The secret of life is to take up all of your space. You are a uniquely quirky individual. Be as big as you can be. Anything else is a waste of your time.
Be present in the moment. Now deserves all of your attention. Work through the pain of the past so you can move through the present unhindered. Make reasonable plans for the future, but focus on the tasks at hand. Play hard. Pet the cat. Prepare fabulous food.
The secret of life is not to try to avoid anxiety, but to thrive while being alive to every fear that casts a shadow on our souls. The secret to life is that mistakes are necessary. That’s how we grow, how we know what doesn’t work. Each of us is striving to be our most perfect selves but we are, none of us, perfect. Not on this plane of existence. We are all grasping, groping, exploring, learning, yearning to understand. You are good enough just as you are. All humans are. The secret to life is forgiveness.
Love as much as possible. Start with yourself, but open your heart to your beloved. You will get hurt, but not because you are undeserving of love. If you love yourself first, you will know whether to unflinchingly forgive or whether to walk away and try again. When you love be blatantly blissful until it no longer causes a stir. Let yourself be changed by love. In this way, you honor your connection to all the people on the planet
Do what you can to help others because giving heals us. Smile at a stranger, hug your kids, leave nature better than you found it. Listen, recycle, donate. Laugh aloud. Make time. Pay it forward. Showing compassion lets your light shine on someone else’s darkness and haven’t you felt despair before? You make a difference simply by being.
Plainly, the secret to life is to experience, to grow, to feel as much as you can with what you have. But this is merely my truth. All of this insight I can impart to you, and you still won’t know the secret to life unless you seek answers within yourself. I am a poet lost in the silence of my own words – a key without a lock, a bee without a hive, a priest without a prayer. Your own secret to life is yours to unravel.