Soul on Fire

It is odd.

In a world where so many are accused of sleep walking through life; why people do not grip hold of those threads that the universe offers that make them feel alive. It is an abject irony, I suppose, that we are so numb to so much and yet we do so much to avoid such passion and fire.

There are so many things that make me feel alive. Alas no, those words do not give justice to what I’m talking about.

What I am talking about are those moments, those things, that cause your soul to dance and burn and feel.

Our understanding of life and our connection to it is limited by the languages that we have created in an attempt to communicate and describe the world around us. And yet, despite out best attempts, there is still so much around us that we’re unable to put into words. Not because we don’t feel it in our bodies, but because we lack the language to translate those mystical concepts into words and thoughts.

Why is that important? Because I’m trying to describe the feeling I have when I want to push the pedal in my car flat to the ground; it’s the feeling when a song flows through me and I become one with the music and words; it’s the feeling of being under the bar at the gym and feeling that you can move mountains.

Sometimes I think that it’s what freedom feels like, but I can’t help but think freedom would feel more calm.

This is not a calmness. This is an unwavering passion and energy. It’s the desire to push and fight. It’s the desire to step closer to the limit, to tip-toe on the knife edge between safety and the abyss, and to dance, to fight, to feel, all with the most supreme confidence and clarity of thought.

So why, when we can feel with such intensity, do we accept such monotony and a world devoid of emotion and meaning? Is it that society is created as such to keep us numb and compliant? Or perhaps, we, as a species, are simply made to be mindless slaves at the whim of anyone who is greedy enough to take advantage of our sleepwalking?

I hope not. As bleak and depressing as it appears, I hope that we’re made to pull on all of life’s chords and to live a life full of passion.

I hope that I’m not alone. I hope that I’m not the minority, caused to feel and desire in an emotionless cruel world that looks to crush spirits.

I don’t think that’s the case. I think there are people who feel it even now. An itch that can’t be scratched, a fire within that can’t be put out. That yearning for something more. The feeling that there is something inside of you screaming at you to be let loose. Something you can’t quite put into words. To do more, to be more, to see things, to push yourself, to struggle, to fight, to love harder, to feel harder. It’s a yearning, yes.

Souls on fire in a world striving to extinguish your flame. I hope you burn so brightly that the line blinds all the doubters and acts a beacon in the darkness for all to follow.