Missing piece

I have found what was missing. I found the lost piece of the puzzle. I feel inspired, I feel alive, I feel connected. I feel it in every cell of my body and I want to share it with the world. The purpose, the mission might not be what we want it to be, what we think would best serve the world. We might not even have a very specific mission. But we do have a sacred duty: to be true to ourselves, to allow ourselves to feel love, unconditional love towards everything (starting with myself and ending with a random rock on the side of the road), to accept ourselves exactly how we are. If I am a sensitive reactive person that might sometimes be angry or yell or curse when I am triggered, I accept myself as so. When I accept myself like that, truly, only then I find my peace and I can find how to recover to center. Only then I truly understand that to be centered doesn’t mean for me to always be calm and zen. To be centered means that I know so well who I am and how deep my roots are, that no matter the storm and the winds and no matter how low I bend at the hand of the wind, no matter how hard I shake under the storm, after it passes I stand tall and continue to be strong and to grow. And in it all, like the mighty alive tree, I don’t hide nor I take time to ponder what would the world think if I bent under the storm and wind. If every tree would question that, if they would oppose the storm and all that tension created, after enough storms the tension would break them. Therefore, my desire for every human being is to learn from the tree how to surrender to the storm (of course not hurting other tree during that storm), let it come, let it bend us, let it get us all wet and shaky and after that storm has passed, carry on with daily life not being caught in “why did the storm hit me?”, “what does bending say about me?” and so forth. Let us all be evergreen.