You are the problem your problems are trying to solve. You are the mystery, the conundrum. You are a bundle of amazing and beneficial complexities. If life doesn’t introduce challenges you won’t be able to unpack what you contain.
So welcome your problems, be more open to them, experience them as you would a bubble bath. Let them interrogate you and drill your consciousnes; let them wake you from your perilous slumber. All of us are asleep to one truth or another. Let them show you your possibilities.
Let patience have her perfect work, that you may be perfect and entire, lacking nothing.
We are waiting for you because you carry so much promise and so much gifting.
That fire will not kill you, but purify you, and arouse you from your comfort zones, until your greatness is unveiled.
Problems are not to be feared, they are to be delighted in.
I delight in necessities in hunger pangs and periods of wants and neediness; in insufficiency and lack, because in those conditions, my creativity is bolstered.
I am the conundrum.
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