This I have learned over the years; a central “Principle of Awareness” within the human experience is this quiet truth: you will never have all you want. Not because you're ungrateful or lacking, but because you are designed for expansion. You dream beyond the horizon.
As one
longing is fulfilled, another forms, sometimes before you’ve even celebrated
the first. Desire is not a flaw in the system; it is the system. It's
how we grow, evolve, and reach toward the next shimmering thread in the fabric
of our becoming. Wanting more is not greed, it’s how hope speaks.
As we age,
the trick is not to numb your wanting or pretend you're done yearning. The
trick is to find joy anyway,to recognize the miracle of wanting and still
dance in the not-yet.
In these turbulent
times we need to find and defend joy. The first and most brilliant Principle of
Joy is can you smile while becoming?
To defend
joy, then, is a kind of sacred rebellion. You must defend it not because it is
weak, but because it is priceless.
Defend joy
as a certainty, not as a fleeting reward.
Defend it from corruption, from the slow corrosion of waiting too long.
From smut, from the vulgar exploitation of feelings.
From the famous patina of time, that tells you wonder only belongs to
the young.
From dew, from the illusion that joy is too delicate for a weathered
heart.
From pimps of laughter, who sell spectacle but never deliver soul.
Defend joy
as a right.
Not the right to always feel happy, but the right to feel whole.
To seek light even when the world spins in shadow.
To greet the morning with cracked hands and say, Still, I rise joyful.
And when
you truly claim joy, not as outcome but as origin,
You won’t have to explain it.
People will see it in the way you move,
The way you listen,
The way you keep choosing to love this unfinished life.
Defining
Joy
Joy is not
the end of wanting,
But the breath you take in between.
Not the trophy on the mountain,
But the hush behind the dream.
It wears no
armor, but it holds,
Through soot, time, and wear.
Joy sings in rain, it hums in cracks,
It thrives on tender care.
So, nail it
to your soul,
Let no one take its spark
And walk as though your very steps
Are lighting up the dark.
