*You* Are Responsible For Becoming Who You Are Meant to Become

PC: Soul | Aug 2020

You are the law of your life.

I’m really sorry.

By that, I mean I’m really not sorry.

At all.

But the rules and laws you’ve governed your life around –

they’re bullshit.

The concepts of expectations, obligations, considerations for others, for the greater good…

all of it –

bullshit.

I’m sorry (I’m not sorry).

You know better than this.

Come now.

Is it really true, that we exist for the community at large?

The community that is made up of…

individuals?

Just like you?

And me?

Who are also living… for the greater community?

That is made up of individuals?

See the loop?

Where does it stop?

Where does the individual get fed?

By the greater community?

Where does the individual get fed, not as a member of the community,

but AS THE INDIVIDUAL??

For WHO THE INDIVIDUAL IS,

and STRICTLY in accordance FOR THE INDIVIDUAL AND ONLY THE INDIVIDUAL, EXACTLY AS THE INDIVIDUAL DESIRES?

When?

Where?

How?

Because wouldn’t that mean then that other individuals also deserve this right?

And wouldn’t that mean then, that if everyone were to claim this right, then the community would fall apart, because everyone would be for themselves, and not for the Greater Good.

So then to maintain the community,

to contain everyone,

to FIT EVERYONE,

EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOSE THEMSELVES.

And THAT is called community.

Where is the humanity in that?

The humanity that begins with one human.

A community governed by rules of how to be,

how to show up,

of lines that define what is okay and not,

is a community destined to fall apart.

Because the soul of every single individual is DEAD SET on coming through in ITS UNIQUE EXPRESSION.

It is motherfucking COMMITTED to its truth.

And til the last breath of the human, it will ALWAYS tug at his heart –

‘Did you live YOUR life?

Or did you pawn it away for the illusion of safety,

security?

Did you live true to YOU?

Or did you swap it nonchalantly for connection,

for belonging,

for acceptance?’

It will motherfucking haunt you.

Or, if you’re so damn ingrained in it all already, you probably won’t even be conscious enough or have the capacity to ponder that question.

And then, it won’t matter, anyway.

Your life, a wasted skeleton.

All because you really thought your life was supposed to be ordinary.

But I’m not speaking to those people.

I don’t even think they could find me, find my writing.

I’m speaking strictly to those who believe,

who WANT to believe there is more.

Who KNOW there’s more.

Who DEMAND THAT THERE’S MORE.

More than a communal life.

More than a shared experience.

Those who are dying to LIVE,

breaking down, mind, body, spirit, soul, to be who they truly are.

All bullshit aside,

all niceties,

all formalities,

all of the grey nothingness aside,

the tolerance for things that really don’t matter aside,

if you feel the tugging at your heart,

can you do us ALL a favor and do the damn thing???

Please??

It’s what we need.

The whole.

Yes, the greater good.

We NEED you to be YOU.

We NEED YOU TO FEED YOU.

We NEED you to go ALL IN YOU.

It’s important.

It’s inescapable.

It’s mf VALID.

You came here not to be part of a whole.

You came here to be YOU.

And in YOU being YOU,

and ME being ME,

and EVERYONE ELSE being THEM,

**WE** make up the whole.

We, in our unique emanation of God, universe, the Divine, create the whole.

Our current society is built by the human mind,

built to “fit”,

to “make sense”,

to follow a track.

It worked at one time,

it was actually imperative for our physical survival to exist as a group, to take care of each other, to teach each other, etc.

But today, we live in a different society, a different way.

It’s time to acknowledge the difference,

accept the truth of who we are,

the truth of what is,

and then walk toward it.

You owe no one an explanation.

No one owes you an explanation.

You are free to go.

Except you will only go so far as you allow yourself,

as far as you believe you are allowed to go.

You, and only you, have the power to grant yourself permission to go beyond your borders,

your idealized safety,

your sensiblility.

You, and only you, can feel the calling and answer it.

You, and only you, can become who you truly are.

The YOU that is free,

in love with life,

powerful,

high vibe,

energetically aligned,

emotionally healthy.

The YOU that is fully expressed,

the YOU who answers to no one but YOU.

THAT you.

The You that is UNSTOPPABLE.

The You that lives by the word that lives, not the word that is written, commanded, decreed.

The You that lives in alignment with your soul.

The You that knows how to BE.

It’s you.

Right here, right now.

Available to you, should you choose.

Without exception,

reservation,

hesitation,

conditions,

available to be stepped into, allowed through, intertwined with.

Your heart is calling.

Your soul has been.

You know if it has.

You know that you know that you know that you know.

You know that you motherfucking know.

And it’s time.

It’s time to drop the bullshit.

Because at the end of the day,

at the end of your mf life,

God will not ask you what you did for the world.

God will ask you – 

DID YOU BECOME WHO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE?

and

DID YOU DO WHAT YOU WERE MEANT TO DO?

The answer will come from the deepest depths of you.

And you will either grin that toothy ass grin of you and holler, hell yeah I did –

or maybe, not ‘hell yeah’, but you know what I mean –

OR

you will shrink.

Because you will have gathered in your consciousness all the memories of your ignoring your soul,

neglecting your heart,

rejecting your desires,

diminishing you, your light, your being-ness.

For what?

For conformance.

For acceptance.

So you could have a seat at the community lunch table.

When YOU HAVE YOUR OWN GODDAMN KINGDOM AND BANQUET HALL with your name, your essence, your soul signature on it.

A fucking shame.

The deception of it all.

I get it.

I do.

I lived it.

I breathed it.

I walked it.

I believed it.

And I self-destructed.

I crumbled, from the inside out.

I imploded.

Until I could no longer deny, life was not worth living.

It was not worth being me.

There was nothing left.

No life.

Just a shell.

And an excuse of an existence.

Until I woke the fuck up.

And continued to CHOOSE to wake up,

wake up to my soul,

wake up to my heart,

wake up to the living breathing God that created me,

wake up to my calling.

And I still do, except it’s not so scary.

Because actually, the scary part is not seeing yourself.

Looking in the mirror and NOT knowing who TF you are.

THAT’S some scary shit.

And it happens.

Happens all the time.

And it doesn’t have to.

You choose.

As with ALL PARTS OF LIFE,

YOU.

CHOOSE.

The rest will follow.

I know you desire more in life.

I know you hope for more.

Take a chance on yourself.

Like a fatass full-blown chance.

No holds barred, no reservations.

Do it for you, do it for those around you, do it for humanity.

And if you want some lovingly applied kickassery and guidance along the way, I have spots available to work with me 1:1.

We go deep into you for 6 weeks.

Weekly private calls and unlimited chat access to me throughout.

If you have questions or what to chat about whether it’s a good fit (it probably is, if you’ve read thus far), PM me, comment, email me – grace@gracejyk.com.

You are worth it all.

I know it.

You know it too.

Love,

Grace

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