People are drawn to desire. Desire creates a brilliant light. People are drawn to it like a moth to a flame. They run to it regardless if it kills them. A strange vortex occurs and people swirl into madness.
I appreciate brilliant desire from afar now. I see its illusions. I see its attraction. I see why people want to be consumed. It replaces someone's lack of light.
When we fail to generate our own light we are blinded by others. They are shiny. They are new. We forget to maintain our own light. This inward exercise. Connect to the universe. Live our truth.
I wonder though – Is everyone supposed to have a light to them? Does everyone have the capacity to generate their own light? If ordinary people never illuminate the world will their story pass into the darkness without anyone seeing? Does this mean they've lived?
I wonder though - There are many people in the world who continue to live lives without desire or generating brilliance. Have babies. Get Married. Love. Survive. Laugh. Hurt. Die. Normal....
Does this make their spark less?