I really don't know much at all, not for certain.
I don't have it all figured out.
I don't know if my dreams are possible.
I don't know who I am, not really.
I don't know if writing these words is right or wrong, good or bad, helpful or hurtful, important or worthless.
I don't know if God exists, or if he's loving.
I don't know what this reality is made of, or if it's even real.
Heck, I don't even know what real is.
I don't know if I will wake up tomorrow.
I don't know if you should take that job or quit that relationship or take up running or go vegan or dedicate your life to serving humanity.
I don't know how you should live your life. Any advice I give is coming from just one single perspective of a human experiencing life.
I don't know what your purpose or your true calling is.
i dont know what you should believe.
I don't even honestly know what I believe anymore.
I don't know if beliefs are even necessary to live a full life, whatever that means.
The only thing I really know for sure is that I experience these momentary feelings, these desires, these divine urges in my body that are pulling me in certain directions.
They're asking me to step up. To speak up. To open up. To dream bigger. To live bigger. To love deeper. To breathe deeper. To sing, dance, dream, and scream.
And I have only two choices I can make in all situations.
To resist. Or to flow.
That's my entire life, summed up.
And every single time I resist that flow, I wind up collapsing in a heap of suffering, tiredness, hunger, and unhappiness.
All I know is that in any given moment, I can choose to flow.
And that's all I need to know.