A Life to Call my Own

One wouldn't stop to wonder long why a caged bird doesn’t sing and yet we still question from our climate-controlled homes where the sparkle in our collective eye has gone. There can't be wellness, wholeness, or harmony as long as we insist on living like separate threads, as long as we sustain ourselves through the destruction of life in any of her forms. We live as a mass symptom of imbalance, a blaring sign of separation and unconsciousness. We can only ‘stuff down’ the truth of who we are and how we are meant to live for so long...

Krishnamurti said, “it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.” Where does an individual begin to carve out an authentic life that honors their unique values and truth in a sick world? I ask myself this question with increasing intensity these days. What do I truly want? What does ‘quality of life’ mean to me? This is a question that every person must take the time answer. Not choosing is also a choice and we get swept up into the perverse momentum of consensus reality. What is in alignment with my deepest and highest vision of the world and myself? Why am I here? To live any other life is to be out of integrity. What am I committed to? What do I want to devote my life to? 

Any other life than this will require something strong to numb the pain. Any other life will leave a gaping emptiness that will find you in your quiet moments. Any other life…is not your own.

2014 © Marie-Ève Bonneau

{This is an excerpt from a larger work on 'sane living in an insane world' that is part of my Masters coursework in Counselling Psychology.}  

To read another part of this work check out: Daughter of Gaia.

Painting by Patricia Arial