Let searching die.
Be as you are.
Not as you think you will become,
If you were to follow just one more thought—
That there is something more to do
To be enough.
And once peace is found,
If the feeling arises to search again,
Notice it.
Welcome it.
Go into the pain and horror of it.
See clearly the nature of it—
As a form of your nature,
Not an enemy to fear.
Do not react to it.
For it is the body moving—
Not you.
Do not let your mind compel you
To search once again
For what it believes is missing.
You are enough as you are.
Perfection lies here,
In your imperfection.
You are enough.
Be enough.
As the philosopher Francis Bacon once said, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man, and the security of a god."
With love,
Freyja