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it will happen.

one day, your pain will be your piano. every key it’s own song; you’ll create beautiful music wherever you go. you’ll have access to everything within you, and that’s when you know you’ve finally stepped into your own power.

until then, before you learn to play, the piano plays you. before you embody your own style, you do whatever is in fashion, and your clothes wear you. you’ll sit by the radio and listen to other people’s music, wondering if enough life could ever happen to get a song out of you. you’ll read other people’s words, not knowing when you’ll have anything to say for yourself. you’ll watch movies and wonder, “do i have a story worth telling?”

until then, you’ll give and give and live and live, until you’ve had enough nightmares to wake you up to the urgency of your own dreams. you will finally understand, love and appreciate this special human relationship with time. it takes time to bake a cookie. it takes time to write a song. it takes time for life to unfold.

when your eyes open, the light will be bright. you won’t be used to it. when they finally adjust, you’ll see where it’s coming from. the light is coming from you. they always say not to stare directly into the sun, that it will blind you. you are the sun. your life revolves around you. your world is illuminated by you. you are an expression of the divine. and you’ll have as many lifetimes as you need to bravely walk the path that can only be revealed by your light alone.