Most of this is for you. It’s not even for me, not even about me. What keeps me going is that it could be useful to you.
I don’t care about my results I care more about your results. Life is much different than I thought but I am here because I go with the flow. And the flow keeps telling me it was all and is all a predicament. It’s all a plan.
You were inserted into something but you chose to leave it. Most want to stay in it. Hence, misery. I chose to leave it. And it’s lonely. And it looks not so good. It looks like failure. It looks. But the point of view is the problem. You’re looking from the wrong place entirely. And what you’re looking at is also wrong.
You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t ask anything. You just continued. You didn’t flow. It’s a scary place. Who else is there? You might be alone. But if you can, just keep flowing.
Faith is much more demanding than it seems. It’s deeper than belief. It’s following what you don’t even know, might not even know, follow what everyone can’t see or shoves you away from because they don’t go with the flow.
It’s unsettling to go with the flow. It doesn’t ask anything of your mind but more your spirit. Your spirit as your guide. The senses are going to fail you, they want to be in charge, they want to dictate. It’s breaking from the senses telling you something to my spirit urging me on. My spirit speaks loudest in the urging. I am being pulled. And when I am being pulled my senses can’t understand, the brain doesn’t, the body doesn’t, the mind doesn’t, the plan doesn’t nor the predicament. Yet I keep going because I have seen the plan, and I have seen the flow.
The flow is indescribable. It’s an everyday surrender. Because everyday, it’s like here’s the plan. These are the things. Eyes are telling you everything. But then there’s this being inside with eyes and ears and touch and taste, and this person is like everything is going to be alright.