I inspire myself with myself. Not with hollow words or empty gazes into vacant spaces but with the silent energy of my vital being. I am my only true friend and companion. I am both — the alpha and omega — the beginning and end of me. I know that when I am gone, this Universe I see and know shall have gone with me, yet I recklessly throw away each day without inspiring myself. Every day when I wake up, I look seemingly whole, but get broken into pieces as the day progresses. By night, I am torn and fragmented. All day I don so many masks before the many masks of others, become so many people to so many people, I sometimes don’t know who I am anymore. Enough. From this day I shall not tear myself out of fear or anger, or if I do, I shall patiently re-join the fragments with love until I am whole again.
I shall cherish my family, honour my friends and I shall enjoy this world, but above all, I shall love myself deeply. I shall love the spirit of life that flows out of my body, the deep intelligence that created me, pumped this heart to feel the gladness pouring out of my being.
No girlfriend or boyfriend, lover, husband wife, father, mother, daughter or son, no books, no websites, no text messages, no news, no TV channels or columns of newspapers can ever know me as much as I know myself. They are my links to the world, but they also sometimes hook me with the bright bait of desire, they make me salivate to wants that are not my wants, make me a slave to passions that never rose from my heart in the first place. This is the primary seed of confusion, the main cause of agony. All these desires that are not my desires, these goals that are not my goals — and this madness that arises from the fear that I will never live up to the world’s expectation of me.
I abandon the expectations of this world. I shall only live to fulfill the passions that pour out of my own heart, utter words that speak through my own voice and realise desires that bear the true signature of my being.
I inspire myself with the rhythms of my own heart. I shall listen to what it tries to tell me in its soft beats, ask questions and wait till I hear replies in signs, songs and clues, till I feel gently awakened to the desires that flow in the deep rivers of my being. I shall follow the song of my heart from this day. I shall only do what inspires me, what motivates me, what makes me deeply happy — for that is the only way I shall be true to myself and this world.
The future is never a mystery to those who care to see it clearly unfold in their hearts. I will see myself not only as who I am, but also always as who I want to be.
I inspire myself with myself. Heart with mind. Action with passion. And above all, life with love — deep enduring love that is the silent energy of my vital being.