Life tends to follow its predictable patterns, but it can suddenly veer off course, leading you down a path that unlocks the depths of your mind and heart. In an instant, you find yourself engaged in a nerve-wracking introspection that transforms your routine into insecurity. Everything that once seemed if not perfect at least aligned and predictable is now overshadowed by your flaws, and you feel compelled to expose them all. Your entire being appears simultaneously good and bad, oscillating between empowerment and inadequacy, between euphoria and bewildering confusion.
This overwhelming sensation both wounds and nurtures you. Cannot live with it, cannot live without it.
A sort of energy that wraps itself around you and follows you around forcing you to become aware of every dusty corner of your spirit. After years of running from yourself, you are now forced to look at all the childhood in you. All the buried feelings and desires that you thought dead. And it feels nearly impossible to look at things without judging their imperfection. You feel nothing is good enough anymore. You feel complete and empty, all at once. So much beauty you will find now in despair and isolation.
After this, how can one possibly look at things the same? How does one walk or talk or do anything at all? How does one exist with the awareness that an unknown barrier has been shattered, uniting heaven and hell through a shared entrance?
THE WONDERMIND 