This Moment Filled with Peace
I’m an immigrant.
A refugee, even.
English wasn’t my first language.
It wasn’t even my second language.
I learned English as a third language and have spent thousands of hours relabeling words and understanding their subtext. It all becomes nonsense at some point.
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It’s nonsense because in order to communicate, I had to learn how people think; why people think.
We can’t ever fully know what people are thinking, but there are signs. Yes, there are also words, but more importantly, there are signs. The signs tend to be bigger than words and larger than lies. Words are easy to confuse and misinterpret. This is why I never understood why people hedge so many life bets on words. Words can mean things, yet words that mean something can often mean nothing at all. The “thing” that the words gave meaning to for us may lose its value. So what then of the words that gave the meaning of the value of the thing we thought was important but now isn’t? What now?
I discovered that when words have no meaning, only breathing is believing.
Breath by breath, we can revive what has real value for us. Words won’t give us real value.
Only our heart can; our life converter. Our Time Machine:
The heart is.
Let us travel back and forward in time to this moment now…
This now moment filled with peace.