I feel as though a large chunk of my life has been a lie. As someone who values honesty above all else, I feel I was not being the most honest with myself.
I have been trying to fit in since I realized that I was vastly different from the rest of the world because that was an isolating feeling.
Calendars and clocks always felt so foreign to me; like how do we begin to measure moments when all we have is right now?
I consider myself quite the investigator. Figuring out that which I do not know but so eagerly long to learn, and yet this human experience is one I am still completely puzzled by.
But I give it my best. I put in my “time” because I know I chose to be here, I know this experience is evolving me and I know my inquiry is all a part of my quest.
But I want not to live in vain. I want not to follow the masses like a numb little puppet on a string just reciting someone else’s script as I aimlessly work my way through 7 day, 24 hour, 12 months, 365 day mundane cycles.
I want to rewrite the story of life as I see it through my own eyes, not read someone else’s perspective and live based on that.
Everyone thinks they have it right, working to live and living to work and finding time for some fun in between and perhaps that feels perfectly right to them. (Although statistics on happiness, depression and suicide would say differently).
Its asinine to me.
It makes absolutely no sense to me that these highly intelligent, spiritually magical beings are living far below their means as they continue to suit up day in and day out go to work for a paycheque, come kiss or dismiss their apparent loved ones, stress about trivial things that wont matter the second we leave this physical plane or even 5 days from now and are missing the entire point of this life altogether.
I waiver between being planted here on earth, and having my head in the clouds, or another realm, if you will.
But I am not immune to the human experience.
I love deeper than most I know. I feel deeper than anyone I’ve yet met. I cry on the daily either tears of joy & gratitude or pain. Pain of my own and sometimes that of others. I see each physical being as an equal to me, there is no difference to me between the beggar on the street and the man running the country, except for perspective. Perspective on how we view them, and perspective on how their view themselves, and the world.
I don’t put people on pedestals but if I did I guarantee I would certainly choose the person who has been stripped of everything material in this world that they have taken to simply staying alive on the streets, humbled by their experience. Some might say this is no way to live, but is living a life of lies and deception any better? There’s a fine line and we get to choose where we stand.
We are all one perception shift away from a completely different life.
The idea that our lives have to vastly change for weeks or months, based on a tradition long ago set, that now brings massive anxiety, stress and ultimately suicide for some is insanity to me.
Each year like clock work the stores set up displays, money gets spent on gifts that 90% of the people receiving them wont even glance twice at, but have to act like they love, food and alcohol get over consumed and wasted.
Call me cynical, or crazy, it wont be the first nor last time.
But when was the last time you stopped to think about what you take part in?
Does it even make sense to you? Is it even aligned with your values and your deepest truths?
I am not here to be a Grinch and ruin Christmas, I do rather enjoy the gathering of family and friends on an annual basis. But I challenge you though to consider the patterns you participate in.
Christmas does not have to be the tradition it once was, or has grown to become.
I knew I made the right choice to dismiss Christmas this year when my Mother made a comment about feeling bad by not getting me much. My insides turned as I explained this is why I quit Christmas. I don’t want, nor need “much’ when it comes to material things.
I still filled stockings for my parents this year as I have always done, not because they need or want it but because I know they appreciate it and it wouldn’t matter if it were December 25 or July 9th, they’d be happy either way and it is something that brings me joy.
Joy, isn’t that what this season is supposed to be about?
We can say the spirit of Christmas has been lost and it is a over commercialized holiday which begs the question, who made it that way?
It is easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of not only this season but this way of living in general. Its easy to take on the perspective of another, or to live in accordance with the way most of society is living, whether it feels in alignment to you or not. I know this.
But if you find yourself questioning the choices you are making and who exactly you are making them for, then perhaps you too are meant to step away from the crowds and be your own person.
Perhaps your perception of Christmas has changed too.
There is magic in the air this time of year I can agree with that but I guarantee that those in need who are helped so abundantly on Christmas would love to receive the blessing of your good spirit any day of the year, not just once a year when everyone is feeling extra generous.
We rise by lifting others, as our vibration increases during this time of year it becomes easier to inspire others to act with kindness and generosity.
But still I ask, why only now? Take away the clocks and calendars. Take away the twinkling lights and imaginary man in a red suit and what is left?
Where does the spirit of Christmas reside in you? Why does it only come out once a year?
Im opting out of Christmas because I am changing my paradigm and I can only encourage you to question what is it you truly believe in, stand for and live for aside from the routine, clockwork, traditions you have simply grown accustom to without even fully knowing why.
I am not boycotting Christmas. I love alot of what it means for those who have translated it from its roots, I love time with loved ones and the moments that truly feel like we are living in the now.
But this year as I am 2600Km from my family and friends, I will spend Christmas honouring the #1 thing that matters to me, my soul.
It is my mission to infuse love and joy into every day of my life and the lives of those I touch, not just once per calendar year.
As the season wanes and credit card statements roll in and stress levels rise and vitamin d levels drop I encourage you to remember the magic of the season that has been left behind for another year and see if just maybe you can carry with you the spirit of a holiday that only stays alive because someone keeps believing.
XO
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