A Truth Behind The Lie of How Stuck We Feel


Call it Eureka Moment, call it Spiritual Awakening, call it Scientific Discovery…  

A Eureka Moment is the beginning of a shedding, the first realisation to something we hadn’t had the capacity to comprehend to that moment, which hits us like a sledgehammer swinging down the ceiling, the moment, if not the breakthrough that allows us to reach the bird’s eye view of life.

These Eureka occasions require space, silence, and peace of mind, for the concept to reach the spotlight for it to be understood. The more we ought to get, the more break-time we ought to give ourselves, as it demands bringing our 3 A’s with us, Authenticity, Accountability and, most importantly, Acceptance. 

We would need Authenticity, being a spiritual Awakening of any kind, will have us uncover all cards hidden surrounding a specific aspect of ourselves and life as we know it; it will also raise a soul-mirror crystallising our fears and worries, for us to understand why we couldn't see what has always been in front of us.

We would need Accountability through and through, being that any Scientific Discovery will also highlight the faults or lackings had, prior to this event, for us to own up to and easily move on to an acceptance stage. 

The heaviest and hardest next instrument coming out of our toolbox would be Acceptance. Acceptance for the past lived unknowingly to what only now learnt, all the mistakes made under the influence of old recycled and redundant behaviours and coping mechanism; acceptance towards the present moment, acknowledging the awareness acquired and the responsibilities that come with it, such as the choice of incorporation of this spiritual awakening’s blessings and curses, into our daily life and the arrangements needed to reinforce them, that is if decided to incorporate the at all.


Discerning Spiritual Awakening

My last spiritual awakening brought me closer to the bird’s eye view of life, in the sense that it allowed me to see, download and comprehend a bit more as to why we all feel lost, unmotivated and quite exhausted by the idea of Life on earth. 

We born with no choice or say in the matter, due to our parent’s need to fulfill their lives, experience and pride themselves of having a child of their own, into a world in which we also don’t get a say until a point in time, years past our birthdays, in which we’ve proven how domesticable we are to allow us the power, voice and/or stage to do so.  Big ups to them for making it through and teaching us the best way they knew possible to both survive and savour the presents life presents to us.

We awake in a world that’s preset within a pre-set of its own, an automated system of balance, that doesn’t look at colour, gender, bank account, nor amiability; a system that withholds itself and regulates its own well-being, by getting rid of excess through natural disasters and seasonal epidemics. A system on lockdown, one no matter what you can’t escape, unless through an exit door, to an uncertain, unknown and concealed world to the living. 

It’s the frustration of recognising the prisons in which we live and the gratitude of how nice the prison cell has been so far; the duality of Hate / Love, running down my spine, to the realisation that wherever and at whatever speed we go, there's always going to be something, an itch, hunger, thirst, tiredness, a curve-ball in our path, or someone, as we can’t escape life, nor pause or deny it, as it is beyond any power we think we could ever achieve. 

We will never escape nature, we will never escape social interactions, we will never escape noise; there will always be an occurrence in which plans don’t go as expected or hoped for, there will always be some form of pain, whether physical or psychological, and anywhere we’d ever think of going looking for privacy, peace and quiet, eventually someone else will be searching for the exact same, meeting you there; 


De-sugared Coated Awakening

It’s the abrupt awakening to the fact that if it wasn’t for time, making eternity move along with the illusion of days and years; 

If it wasn’t for music and dance, freezing boredom on the beats of sound; 

For arts giving life to the death our imagination could reach if not extracted in time; 

For entertainment keeping us distracted from the inadequacy our meaningless life breeds; 

For work to give us structure, sense of accomplishment and a reward system, that mimics a sense of purpose to survival; 

For technology keeping us away from lash outs, ending in wars and unnecessary battles out of dissatisfaction; 

For relationships and interactions with others, gifting us the distraction to avoid spiraling into the nothingness our existence is, diverting our attention to the day to day chaos..

We'd be merely dealing with lost and voided souls trudging Earth.


It’s the awakening to the sense of gratitude towards a system that revokes authenticity, benefits from misery and walks over rightful recognition, all to control a mass of unaware individuals from killing themselves to the perpetual chore that doing life is. 


It's not a matter of disconnecting from everyone and anyone, but reconnecting with your own self, so that you can easily and fulfilling connect with others.


The point in which this mess appears worth living, is the acknowledgement for every being that lives within it, every animal that shares life with us, the land which provide us food, the birds who have thought us how to fly; everything that exists within it, from the rebellious waves of waters on which we travel and play games with, to the heights we build towards excusing the lack of space, or jump off in exchange of our adrenaline kick, and succumb to gazing out to the extent our world extends to. 


The point in which we give thanks to the allowance we possess to create our own freedom and appreciation of our own version of Stockholm Syndrome, where we’re hostage and Life plays Captor.



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Location: London London, UK
High school dropout, who emigrated from Italy to London in 2019. Spiritual being who confidently made her way to a life of contentment, freedom and individualistic thinking, in an illusive world.

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