On Being Complete

Maybe I haven’t been making myself very clear: you are a complete human being.  You are whole.  All the time.  There are no exceptions.  If you break up with a boyfriend, you’re whole.  If you lose a loved one to cancer, you are whole.  If your boss calls you into a meeting room with someone from HR…afterwards, you’re whole.  Even if you wither away under the curse of cancer, you are whole.

You are whole because the entirety of who you are is composed of every moment, every event, every breath you’ve taken in your lifetime.  You are everything that has happened to you, everything that is happening, and the unspoiled potential of everything that can happen.  You are your unique, luminous place in the Universe.  You are, as I said, whole.

Yes, you.  I am talking to you.

And you.

You, too.

But not him.  Kidding; him, too.

Nobody should have to suffer the indignity of having to live their life as if they were someone other than who they long to be.  Nobody should have to suffer the humiliation of having to compromise their core values just to make a living.  Nobody should have to kill themselves a little each day just to stay alive.

I sincerely hope that you don’t find yourself in this position.  If you do…I can only wish for you the strength and courage you’ll need to claim your right to be who you are.  That way, you’ll recognize yourself for what you truly are: complete.