By Wes Annac, Openhearted Rebellion

I’ve been thinking, seeking, and reconnecting.

I’ve been searching for a muse – for inspiration and a reason to keep writing. I’ve been searching for a community – for my tribe of seekers who believe there is more to life.

I want to reconnect with a part of myself I fear I’ve long forgotten. I am torn between a desire to reconnect with the mystic within and an apathetic disregard for whatever may exist under the surface.

I get a feeling that the only way to truly thrive is to embrace the mystical in all its facets, though I can’t claim to understand it at all. Even with a vague grasp of it, I fear the thought of the mystical drifting away. I find comfort in letting go of the practical mind and sinking blissfully into an intangible yet deep awareness of Self and the source of life.

I shift between feeling like I have a purpose and thinking I should just exist, soaking up every precious moment without a care. The problem with this is that I don’t want to languish in an existence I fail to make the most of.

Is my purpose to labor so that others may feel less alone in their perception of something mystical I myself struggle to comprehend? Or am I here simply to live, enjoy and appreciate each breath I’m given?

I suspect the answer lies somewhere in the middle, and so I will keep creating, exploring, and living to the fullest.