Theloopylululog

Hey you!

Yes, you. Lost in another daydream, eh?

Have I told you how much I love you? Have I told you how much I care?

Yeah, yeah. Don’t remind me! I know I am singing yet another garbled version of that Rod Stewart song you so love!! I forget things. Mind you, I am older.

Well here we are. Again. I don’t take this lightly my dear. This yearly visits of ours where we warp time to meet and exchange our adventures with time.

I agree. I overshare. You listen like you have to. You roll your eyes, stay silent. Look at me like you know me from some other life. Then we part ways.

What are you today? 20?

I won’t take much of your time. You have places to be, books to read…yada yada yada.

Let me begin by saying I am proud of you. Truly, madly, deeply proud of everything you are striving to be. Your unconventional choices. Your insanely optimistic outlook towards life. Your gumption. Your passion. Your drive. This crazy love of birds and trees! Tell me, do you still wanna be a leopard or is it the cheetah now? I mean is it the spots? Whatever rocks your boat darling. I love all of you.

You stand on the road that is not taken. Remember that you will always be alone. Whether you choose to be lonely or not lies in how well you know your heart.

It’s a long road winding through some of the most interesting times you will ever live through.

So Feel.

Fail.

Fall.

Promise me you will never stay fallen. Rise, my love. Always rise.

You learn to rise on your own. Never forget you are your saviour. Your He -man, Spiderman, X-men; all rolled into one. Don’t be on the look out for anyone to help you rise. You will forever be licking the mud off of your feet. Between the fall and the rise, take a moment. Cry. Grieve. Release.

Please do not wallow. Yes, you love to languish in your wallowing. I gave you a moment, didn’t I? Take an hour, maybe even a day. No more. Nothing deserves years of wasting away in your dark rooms of wallow-hell, my dear.

Trust my greying head. It is not worth it.

The road calls you to be flexible. Let go of the familiar territory of conventions and conditioning, family and society has ingrained in you. Wash off the thick plaque of indoctrination around your heart by the toothpaste of self-inquiry.

You have an original mind. Unlike any you will ever come across. Your mind is a weapon with the power to create AND kill. You can either be a think tank with infinite possibilities to create or be an army tank that crushes and kills everything on it’s path. What do you choose?

The army tank seems more desirable to you now I know. But let go of your hatred for the world baby. It knows not the diamond lying beyond the carbon it has limited itself to see in you. Although it might not seem so, this hatred ain’t burning nothing but you. Don’t let it cloud your judgement and misguide you into believing that spewing hatred will achieve you something big. Far from it. Someday you will end up with nothing but hatred for yourself for having been so blind to the truth.

Yes, you were a victim of circumstances. Don’t let that define who you become. You will always be bigger than what happened to you. You are not the event. You are what you took away from it. Never ever let events of your life decide the outcome of your life. Don’t let the past write your future baby.

Relieve yourself of unnecessary baggage. Free your mind. The bendier your mind, the more expansive your life. Shed the pride and release the cage. Let everyone who hurt you go. You ain’t doing yourself any favours by holding them so close to your bosom.

Never let go of your principles. Let go of your self righteousness.

What’s with the rigidity? Off with it! Stop being so damn afraid of the world. It cannot do anything to you unless you allow it to.

Quit being the doormat and say NO. Scream it all you want from the rooftops. Then choose silence. It is the biggest weapon in your arsenal. Not everything needs an outlet. Anger used as fuel will skyrocket your chances to be the monk you dream of becoming one day. Channel it. Channel your rage in the right direction. Remember, even the mighty wind in the wrong direction can burn an entire forest in a minute.

Irrigate your fertile imagination. Sow the seed you are now. Become the root, the sap, the trunk, the flower and the fruit of the tree you are born to be and become.

You are the eternal light locked within the confines of the body you hate so much. See thorugh the skin kiddo. There is nothing that is impossible for you. You are possibility and potential…waiting. A nebula of starlight. Don’t lose your sanity to the braying of your mind. The moment you learn stillness is the day you truly begin to walk your true path.

I will say this again, as I do each year we meet. You will be the most amazing person you will ever meet…you better believe it. The world will tell you otherwise, heck even you yourself will tell you otherwise. Don’t fall for it however charming it might sound.

Don’t fight the world to win. Fight your mind. You are your worst enemy. So fight yourself to let go of all the weight of the world you so insist on carrying. Stop being the sacrificial goat! You ain’t Atlas, I will tell you that!

Forgive. Forgive. Forgive.

Why, you ask?

Because you CAN. People, places…and yes, Tom the cat too. He didn’t abandon you darling. He just chose to follow wherever life took him. You willl find it hard to forget, what with your infamous photographic memory.

It’s ok. Not to worry.

Someday you will encounter a phase now alien to you called Perimenopause and it will erase everything off your memory palace leaving you pondering your existence! Wondering aloud who you are with the fridge door wide open. Don’t fight it, will you. Let it melt the icebergs in your mind.

A clean slate is a beautiful opportunity to discover who you want to be and reinvent yourself. Let the ravages of time hit your body and bloom you into a new seed; a new tree in the making.

So live, love and learn. Always dying to the past. Always open to the unknown. It’s limitless potential will unlock you in ways you cannot imagine now with your limited experience of life!

I might sound like an old crone now, a broken record with the same piece of advice year after year. But someday you will be standing where I am – do yourself a favor and find a chair – and you will look back at yourself wondering why you didn’t choose better. I am saving you from a lifetime of self-hate. Giving you the only gift I can offer you, your love for yourself.

Nail that and everything else will sort itself out.

See you next year.

Keep the faith!

Pssst…Still crushing on that Loyola guy, are we? There’s nothing to it…but everyone deserves some eyecandy for distraction from the bore that life at times can be. So carry on. Crush away!