Some days it is difficult to reconcile a faith and belief in higher consciousness with the utter madness happening all around us.
So sometimes I need to indulge my psyche in a a cathartic romp through absurdity. Whether through music, art, books or movies, I just need that time to be a little buddha, and sit back laughing at it all.
Afterwards, I remember, all is happening as it should, and there is a grander purpose playing out. And the absurd somehow becomes meaningful, and necessary. It is a reminder that we are the creators of this life, and it is through our intent that we build a world of joy, or one of suffering.
If all is energy, and matter is simply energy vibrating at a low frequency, then all of this, all we perceive as "real" is really more of an optical/tactical illusion. An impermanent state of being. So even though it feels real, and we go through all the suffering and tribulations, in a heartbeat this could all be transformed. Simply by raising our awareness and intent, by operating at a higher frequency, we can recreate this world into a heaven on Earth.
Remembering this gives me hope. Knowing this gives me the strength to endure. And embracing this brings me peace.
Thus ends another day. I know there will be more days of vexation, but in the end it's hope that triumphs. And really, that's all I need.