All that is good in life
is not always better
and not everything that is better
is good.
Risks and rewards
are both good and bad
at the same time,
swaying in the equilibrium.

True contentment
is not mere acceptance
but choice-choosing
to step into the unknown.
The true essence
is not necessarily rooted
in the certainty
of what is visible,
as much as it rests
in embracing the uncertainty
within every decision
we dare to take.
This is faith:
a recognition and trust
in the unseen,
and the roles we play
in this universe
and in our existence.

We are like a single cell
in the body of the universe-
an infinitesimal part,
unseen, yet integral.
Although small,
we carry the essence of life,
steering it on this course.
We are participants
and reflection of a universe-
that creates,
writing the story itself.
Our lives are mirrors
showcasing experiences back
to the source or the higher forces,
by which otherwise
they might not sense it.

The higher spirits send out
their frequency signals
to neither interfere
nor react
but rather to harmonize
with the soul of being:
a state untouched and untainted
by the usual chaos of life.
Let those who live
engage with those living,
and let beings connect
with being.
The gods we have created
are ours and only our own;
they are symbols
of truths we seek
and fears we cannot escape.

We set them up ironically
from our eclipse
of inner light.
Equally, every path goes somewhere,
with them all together leading
to an interconnected memory.
Creation and submission
are not opposites
but parts of the same cycle.
And those superior beings
we imagine exist
only because we dared
to romance them into being.
They act as a reminder
of our capacity to co-create
as well as to be co-created
by the vast universe.
The observer observes
the creator
so that the creator
can be.
The universe is
a lucid dream, alive
because we are.

Every step we take,
every decision we make,
tallies on the infinite
weave of life.
There is meaning
in walking a path
only because walking one
reveals more of who
we already are.
We realize the complexity
of living our stains,
in that we live
in our perishableness
and touch upon
growing infinity.
We so casually are named
moments of eternity.
We are, yet we move
across the boundlessness,
our actions spreading
a broad ripple across it.

To truly live is
to accept this paradox
as it unfolds-
a paradox of uncertainty
and the interconnectedness of life.
To find peace
not in certainty
but in the vulnerable mystery
of existence.
This is where authentic contentment
shines; it becomes alive,
dynamic, and anchored
in every breath
and in the awareness
that every moment
holds the potential for
creation and connection.
Contentment fills meaning
into imagination.

We are the creators
of meaning
and the architects
of experiences.
The gods we quest for
are within us,
born of our togetherness, longings,
fears, and aspirations.
We are those making;
for the act of creating,
choosing, we adhere
to the eternal dance of life.

This dance also teaches
that the way is truth.
The beauty of life lies
in the whole journey-
not in the moments
when that journey attains
its end.
In every step, breath,
and moment of faith
that carries us out
of the cave,
there is a hazy beauty
waiting to unfold.
We aren’t entirely there;
we are just cyclists
in a state of infinite becoming.
And in becoming,
we are already whole.