In a sense we are all larvas and this world our cocoon, our chrysalis. Sometimes what you’re going through requires isolation, a process that comes with a lot of pain.
The cells in your body will be working towards change, towards rebuilding themselves.
So whether it be mental, emotional, spiritual, or even physical, remember that it is a process of cultivation, a process of development and reshaping of the self. And so in this moment you’re enveloped by darkness, but it is in this darkness that you shall find the light, and it is here that you shall develop your wings and consciously break though and transform into your higher self, the butterfly.

We could imagine life and death as day and night, being awake and falling asleep. Throughout our active lives we go through a lot mentally, physically and emotionally, so it is only right that we must close our eyes when the night comes, it is only right that we must die, in life only death could ever give us true rest.

I guess things are only complex because we’re superficial.
This universe is only big because we’re small.
Life is only hard because we’re weak.

Ever since we left the womb, most of us have had this innate fear of getting trapped in inclosed spaces, confinement.. well, did it ever occur to you that maybe we’re beings destined to roam freely however we wanted, nothing to hold us down, maybe like flowers in bloom, we’re meant to open up facing the sun, the light, the empty space.. and though in the darkness we grew, in the sun we completely blew up, each petal reaches its own way, each limb stretches out in the waiting of a hug from the universe, itself. It is no coincidence that labour in modern day society gives us anxiety, because through our hearts, through our bodies, it permeates no feeling of freedom, maybe because we’re under restraint, under authority, you can not move however you want to, at work, anywhere, a claustrophobic feeling that has clung to our hearts, surrounding it like iron bars, unlike the ribs of course that are protecting it.
Everywhere we go, we’re never free, similar to birds in captivity, we’ve become oblivious to the wings that once lifted us off the ground and into the ether, forgetting the ability of flight, confined to tight spaces, encumbered by these invisible walls society has built for us.

For you my love is a universe,
A sky luminous with stars,
Vast, ageless, and ever expanding,
Every celestial sphere lambent is thought of you, blinking, shimmering in distance,
Some of them are bright and others dim,
But to me they are all equally alluring,
Equally beautiful.

The root of all your problem lies in thinking that you’re important, our idea of importance is completely wrong. Also, you’re scared that you’re not important, so you rely on religion or any fantasy possible for comfort. The idea is to never ever feel more important than anything that exists here with you, not even a spec of dust or a grain of sand. You must be humbled to the core. Because that we “think” that we can “think”, we’ve created an illusion that we have a bigger purpose than everything else existing, we’re trying to separate ourselves from life, but we’re but a limb that we’re trying to pull apart, so we hurt ourselves. Become humble, I’m not trying to sound wise or anything, this is honest honesty, the more humble you become, the easier life will get, because you are trying to be in control, thus you interfere with nature. Control is like straining of muscles, contraction, it is rigid, anything that does not move or integrate, rots,  letting go is like the dissolvement of ice in water, you become one with the thing, so you don’t have carry yourself, it actually carries you. So we try to understand and figure things out, but the true truth is that you’re part of the figure. I’ll quote Manly P. Hall, he said, “We’re the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves, but we’re also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.”

Each person is a module, a separate part of the whole, to see the picture in its completion, each segment like puzzles must converge and form as a complete unit, individuality is a disease.

One day this flame will no longer hang on the wick of this candle.. but oh the irony, how we’re burning ourselves out.

We all stand on the shoulders of giants, we’re all offspring’s of another, but only those who’s work is seminal should be revered, if your work does not influence or have an affect on another human being for the better, it’s not enough. Each of us are touched in one way or another, through the heart or through the soul, and we’re all tethered together by these invisible threads, this should be called true immortality, your work reverberating, passing through other human beings, as it goes on forever, throughout eternity.

She said, **** looks and money,
You’re like books and sunny days, I’m hooked to you like bees to honey, you’re like a brook that is running straight, to my heart.. you move so stunningly, your elegance left me shook, when you stood just in front of, me.