A closed mouth never gets fed, a closed soul remains unfulfilled, and a heart shut tight
waves love goodbye. These simple truths hint at a deeper mystery: to be free, one must
be open, to be alive, one must truly live. True living is not about guarding oneself
against pain, but about surrendering to life’s unfolding, allowing its currents to shape us.
Being real means letting yourself flow like water, adapting, moving and changing. In our
search for authenticity, we realise that rigidity leads to stagnation. When we refuse to
speak our truth by living it, we deny ourselves the nourishment of new ideas and
experiences. When our soul is closed, contentment remains out of reach, and when our
heart is barricaded, love cannot enter. This is how openness becomes the gateway to
freedom. And freedom is what the self needs to grow.
But in the process of growth, something in us must break. Like the fragile shell of an
egg that has to crack in order for life to emerge, we have to let go of old forms and
outdated beliefs. Every break within us creates a space — a void — that calls forth the
light of transformation. It is this breaking that signals the beginning of growth and
renewal, a painful but necessary metamorphosis.
And to shine, something must burn. Fire, with its consuming heat, transforms raw matter
into something luminous and pure. In our lives, the flames of struggle and suffering may
seem destructive, yet they also forge our inner strength. The pain we endure is not
merely a curse; it is the quiet, relentless author of our journey. Without the newborn’s
first cry—a raw, primal testament to its arrival—how would we know that life had begun?
And without the final sigh of a life extinguished, what proof would we have that the
journey was ever truly undertaken?
This paradox of creation and destruction invites us to see pain not as an enemy but as a
teacher. The burning of old self-concepts, the shattering of false identities, clears the
way for something more genuine. Our wounds, though deep and often painful, hold the
potential for wisdom. They remind us that every moment of suffering is a prelude to the
blossoming of a deeper, more vibrant existence.
Perhaps, then, the call is clear: to be free, to be real, we must dare to be open. We must
embrace the vulnerability of speaking our truth, of letting our souls feel every emotion,
and our hearts experience the fullness of love—even if it means facing the risk of being
hurt. In this openness lies not only the pain of burning and breaking but also the
promise of rebirth and transformation
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