You do this often, and it works so do not despair.
It is not an exercise at all, but rather how nature unfolds, or at least how it’s supposed to unfold. Like a flower blooming.
Live here. Live now. Breath.
See everything for what it is, see it with love if you can but never resentment.
You stray the path, like misguided sheep, and then play shepherd and bring yourself back. So it is. So it is alright.
On good days you accept most of yourself, of bad ones I do not wish to speak on such a beautiful morning.
A sign, a guide, a conversation is what you crave for, to beg clarification of your righteous path. But you forget, such divine synchronicity only occurs when you forget the self and stop looking.
Blessed are you with rationality, riddled with emotions, yes, but rationality it is, hence the last good king predicts your success. Do not doubt it. For no harm shall come from it.
How do I stress the utter importance of vulnerability?
To stay open, to be subject to ideas, emotions, people, events and perhaps in some contexts, even thoughts, all the time maintaining your position as a rational man. Alive and observing, strong and grounded, while still letting himself get carried down roads that he knows not where they lead.
Because that is life. That is how you grow. And amid security, self assurance and comfort there is nothing but old age and self loathing.
So live and breath and be, in this holy reality while you last. Even as we speak your time grows short.
So live. And let nothing take this reflection from you, for than you would be a failure. A human non-being.
So live. And breathe.