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screaming baby.

do you know why the baby screams as it is pulled from the womb? because the birth of a new consciousness is painful. even if only the birth of the next consciousness, it still hurts. the light is piercing. and it’s scary. it’s new, and the past just died for this new life to be born. it did not come from nothing. it did not come from death. life kept evolving into a new life.

you set sail, the storm hit, left you shipwrecked on a beach, and your new ship has just now been struck by lightning. you’re starting over again. and that kind of a birth comes with tears. tears of joy, tears of relief, tears of “it’s a healthy baby” and tears of “here i am.”

the baby’s scream is a battle cry. it’s the first movement in the next symphony. and when new you is born out of the husk of old you, you can expect the new life to come screaming out of the old one. that’s what it feels like when every version of you is taken away. childhood does not last forever. neither does first love. and neither did your last. what you built out of the wreckage is in the distant past. you’re a new version of you again.

morning always comes. it’s always a new day. the screaming baby emerges from the dark.