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You have an experience related to anything from art to music, games or films that gave you a deeper understanding / awakening and would like to pass this on to others. This could be anything from hearing a song play at a specific time in your life to life changing events.
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Sometimes I am a firecracker. To be expected of someone that calls themselves "V" like "V for Vendetta."
But I stumbled across a poem this morning, that really makes me reflect on my journey, and whether I want to treat my mission as some kind of war, or fight.
In particular, I recently had an experience where I felt a lot of judgement for not being "dynamic" enough. Facing a rejection because I am "not enough." Because to some, to grow and move forward, means to run, to never stop, though I disagreed this was the healthy approach. I did not enjoy suggestions, that to transcend humanity, one must bound away from its comforts and experiences, quickly, sooner rather than later, to be a fully recognized soul.
I began to realize that the more I fought these suggestions either to fulfill them or reject them, rather than let this person go and decide I wanted peace, and to stop feeling judged, lesser, because I am not in agreement, was to continue hurting myself.
Credit goes to Larson Langston
I don’t want to kill any dragons.
I don’t want to fight demons.
Let them breathe fire elsewhere.
Let them roar down empty roads.
I’ve set my sword down.
I’d rather have tea under the tilting willow tree,
watching the wind stir its long green fingers,
listening for whatever truth the leaves remember.
I don’t want to do more damage—
not to the shadows I carry,
not to the soil I’ve scarred just by walking.
No more battles inside my chest.
No more betrayals in the name of becoming.
There’s already too much wreckage in the world—
why should I add my own smoke to it?
I want to sit.
To stay still enough that even the shyest wonders
crawl out of the cracks and speak.
Not to be heroic.
Not to be healed.
Just to be here.
And let the world tell me something true.
Let the thunder pass without my name in its mouth.
Let the storm forget me.
I have no need to raise my voice above the rain—
I’ve found shelter in the quiet.
The earth hums beneath bare feet,
a language older than war.
It tells me I am enough, even in pieces.
So I stay,
cup in hand,
watching the steam rise like prayers I no longer have to speak.
If peace is a rebellion,
then let this be mine.