Of course it is heavy.
But not because of its own Essence.
But rather, because of illusion.
Your illusion.
Your lies.
Your fears.
And there you are.
Here.
Floating.
Of course you want to feel okay.
You are human, after all.
And the human—
whether they know IT or not—
just wants to be seen,
and to see.
To be understood,
and to understand.
And those who are seen and understood...
are loved.
You just want to love.
Why?
Are you cursed with such desire?
No.
Because Light LIGHTS.
Because that is who you are.
Whether you know IT or not.
You want to feel okay, don’t you?
How many years have you lived already?
And you’re still there...
Always something.
Always tomorrow, right?
“Tomorrow I’ll be fine.”
Praise be to tomorrow!
screams your mind in fear
—Tomorrow!
Give me that idol and we’ll finally be okay.
Which idol, mind?
—Money, obviously! Give me money and we’ll be fine.
—Time! I need more time.
—No, wait—fame! I need fame too!
—Give me status. Give me power.
—Give me women, give me kids.
Great culture you got it!
But let me ask you something...
What happens when the ones who already won this little game—
the actors, the musicians, the CEOs, the politicians—
the ones who’ve got all the fame, the money, the power...
Start killing themselves?
Or drug themselves into oblivion?
Why?
Why are you chasing pain?
Because light is heavy.
And IT is so beautiful...
IT asks nothing of you.
IT has always been here.
Behind you.
In front of you too.
Waiting.
Reach out your hand,
my little human.
The kingdom of heaven
has always been within reach.
And IT is so easy, right?
To keep chasing the bullshit of tomorrow.
Give me money, give me fame, come on, come on.
Give me excuses.
Give me anything...
Anything but having to face the fact that
right here, right now, everything is already perfect.
Give me anything...
but the truth that I’m already loved.
Already seen.
Light is heavy.
Because—God—how much love surrounds you.
Light is heavy.
Because how could IT ask nothing in return?
HEAVY.
Because how could I possibly feel okay...
with all the shit I’ve done?
That’s not justice, right?
But justice...
is just more fear.
And light?
Light doesn’t carry fear.
IT carries kindness.
Light is heavy.
Because opening up to that much peace...
feels shameful.
I don’t believe I deserve IT.
I don’t let myself.
Because life doesn’t throw shit at you.
It throws IT for you.
And no—
not to toughen you up for more pain.
Life throws IT
so that you can be ready
to receive the light.
So that you can feel okay.
Like one wise (and still living) soul once said:
Life brings you people and situations to show you exactly where you're not free.
Because deep down,
you believe you’re not enough.
You are.
Because deep down,
you believe you’re not loved.
You are.
Because deep down,
you believe you’re not seen.
You are.
And if I have to die on a hill,
IT is this one:
The whole damn world only needs one thing.
And IT is you.
Your essence.
One in eight billion.
You.
But of course IT is heavy.
OF COURSE IT IS HEAVY.
Because loving...
means disappearing.
It means letting go.
It means faith.
Because you can’t run from the light.
And in the end...
You are.
And that’s enough.
Break.
And break.
And break.
Until only what can’t be broken remains:
YOU.
—BV
