I Am Human

I Am Human

I am human, a fallen angel. The musings of my imagination create fantastical scenarios that are so pleasing but never arrive. The delights and pleasures I was expecting seem to elude me. I am sorely disappointed with this lifetime. I am the disappointment of a lifetime. I am a failure in my eyes. I am a failure in God’s. eyes. I never to measure up.

 

Throw expectations out the window, hopes, and dreams with them like the baby and bathwater. I’m not the apple of my eye. The satisfaction never to be fulfilled is disappointing, but that is what I have to make room for, the constant unrelenting, repetitive nature of disappointment that rears its pristine head around every corner as I take one tentative step in any direction and the results are mind-numbingly the same.

 

The desire for there to be more is delightful and consuming. The mystery that will never be revealed while served on a slice of bread and consumed to completion with satisfaction knowing that this is it. I am the form of woman and the formless of the unknown. I am the madwoman and the saint. I am the soother and the perpetrator. I am the lover and the destroyer. I am on fire.

 

I am expansive, electric, the glorious fullness of life that lights up every sensory nerve ending and brings this deliciously hateful experience of life into a vibrant fruition on technicolor sensations that dazzle the mind. I am it all. I’ll just keep my chin up and get ready to take on another day. All’s well that ends well. You can’t always get what you want, and there’s no point crying over spilt milk.

 

Loving and kind and hateful and poison. I am tangible and raw and bitter and sweet. I am the depth of experience. I am more than thought. I am you. I am here. Listen to me as I explain. I am real.  I am blood. I am flesh. Don’t tell me I don’t count. Don’t tell me I’m making things up. I am free. I am alive. Don’t tell me I don’t exist.

 

There is the fountain pen that drops a thick syrup of wishes into the cracks of my brain that ripples and undulates with electricity. There is black. There is nothing. I am, and I don’t exist. I am part of the atmosphere. I am part of the earth.  Love and life continue not because of me. The gift is never-ending not because I am immortal but because the finite scope of my life is irrelevant.

 

It allows me to groan. It allows me to weep. It allows me to flow and spread my legs wide. And spread my mind open. This ornament is passed through air and space and expands to the edges of the universe. An ornament shared with rivers that flow into the clouds and soars with the grace of an eyeball and the ease of rock shard.

 

The gift of love. The gift of communication. The gift of expression. Writing words that are unspoken. Writing my heart onto paper. Writing life like it is.

 

Rohini Ross is passionate about helping people wake up to their full potential. She is a transformative coach, leadership consultant, regular contributor to Thrive Global, and author of the short-read Marriage. You can get her free eBook Relationships here. Rohini has an international coaching and consulting practice based in Los Angeles helping individuals, couples, and professionals embrace all of who they are so they can experience greater levels of well-being, resiliency, and success. Rohini is the co-founder of The Rewilding Guide TrainingThe 29-Day Rewilding Experience, and  The Rewilding Community. You can also subscribe to Rohini’s weekly blog on her website, rohiniross.com. You can also follow Rohini on FacebookTwitter, and Instagram, and watch her Vlogs with her husband. To learn more about her work go to her website, rohiniross.com.

4 Comments

  • Doris Boyle

    19.10.2020 at 14:28 Reply

    I had to smile as I read this because the thoughts and sentiments are so familiar to my own head. The beautiful thing is the acceptance that my head does a number on me from time-to-time and then I wake up to my oneness and perfection in my true nature and I am “me” once again, free to live my moment to moment life in understanding the nature of my humanness juxtaposed alongside my true nature. I can call back the memory of those peaceful, connected, blissful times when I need to remember.

    • Rohini

      19.10.2020 at 15:37 Reply

      Hi Doris, Thanks for writing! You are so right! Acceptance of the human condition is so freeing! Love, Rohini

  • Aly

    31.10.2020 at 22:03 Reply

    Wow. Yes. So much of what you wrote has been my experience lately. Such profound disappointment stemming from an inability to ‘be with’ reality.

    Ach, the commonality of human experience. Thanks for being real. It helps.

    • Rohini

      03.11.2020 at 14:26 Reply

      Hi Aly, Thanks for writing! Wonderful to hear from you and glad you enjoyed my post. Love, Rohini

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