The Gap Between Us and Everything

It’s all energy. Vitality for the taking. Spirit for the basking. Love for the receiving. The universe is potent and plump, available to us. Forever batting its eyelashes, pointing us toward what it wants to give us. The material world can’t compete. It’s plastic, defined only by how it reacts.

Most days we don’t feel any of this. We move through rooms, answer messages, keep appointments, and call it a life. The current runs the whole time — under the traffic, under the small talk, under the tasks we check off to prove we’re productive.

We reach for it when we’re forced to, when we’re outmatched by the challenge at hand, when we’re committed past the point of retreat, or when we’re attempting to engage with someone’s soul rather than their surface. We drop the boundary between us and the creation, the problem, or the person. We notice our own guarding and let it fall. We trade separation and control for the current that connects us to universal power.

Rational and practical decisions don’t channel anything. There’s nothing to work with. Huge risks, driven by passion, are what collapse the wall between us and nature. Life force moves and creates through us if we let it. We have to trust it more than we trust our egos. Give in to the wave. Kneel to it. Participate rather than consume.

Not everything that feels like surrender is surrender. Compulsion wears the same face, reaching that never satisfies, repetition mistaken for devotion. Resignation wears it too, dressed as acceptance: we stop trying and call it fate. Neither collapses the wall between us and real power. Both are the wall, wearing the costume of letting go.

There is a specific creation trying to manifest through us, and only us. We recognize this feeling before we have a name for it, the thing returned to for years, worked on with no proof it matters, because stopping costs more than continuing. We can block it out of fear of its power or failure, but we pay for going against our own nature.

We have free will. We can act against nature, the ant against the elephant, and spend a life getting stomped for it. Channel it or resist it: those are the only options, and resisting costs more and hurts longer. What we resist doesn’t just cost us. It costs the world the thing that was trying to come through.

Look around at what surrounds us, the buildings, the systems, the entire built world. Almost none of it is obedience. Most of it is the safe version of an idea that had a truer one underneath. We are surrounded by what people made instead of what was trying to be made.

Life isn’t only about fine-tuning a persona. It’s about opening to fate, to our destiny. Playing from our hearts. Becoming the artist, and letting the maker make of us whatever it wants.