The Journey Towards the Brightside of the Moon

I empathize for people like me. Of course, I have firsthand experience of my own suffering where ReasontoBe constantly whispers reminders of why I’m not good enough to hold onto good things, why those very things I want will always stay just out of reach.

Those hot and cold waves of insecurity color the present and reflects that now is never enough, which is just projections of how I feel about myself. Like somehow, I’ll never be enough to make dreams come true. Then I pause and ask, "What is it that I even want?"

At first, I think I just want to be seen differently by people who are close to me. I want to be seen with dignity and honor. I don’t want to be looked at like I’m disposable.

“Do I have food on my face?” and if I do my audience better adore it. Otherwise, the spiral begins. Most people would probably say, “Why not just eat more politely, like you have some manners.” But I’d snap back: “Why? You can’t accept me as I am?” or worse “You’re embarrassed of me!? Then your opinion doesn't matter anyway”

Suddenly, their opinion becomes worthless in my mind. Who am I with such a power to declare what’s worthy and what’s not? Am I the king of values now? If I had been a king would I have punished anyone who didn’t serve my ego?

A king feared by his people. To a king that sounds absurd. Even as I believe my sacrifices and efforts are noble, maybe they see through it knowing my self-esteem is just a version of me in survival.

A true king should serve the people. From the sea to the sky, everything in a kingdom should be free to live and thrive. That should mean more than the value of the throne. However, some kings are blind to what’s right in front of them. They can’t hear the ReasontoBe that taints their inner voice, because it’s buried beneath fear and insecurity, and in that darkness, life can't survive.

What happens when there’s no one left to rule?

When even your own heart walks away from you?

A good king steps down and lays down the crown and becomes no one in shame. In the act of surrender, they become something else entirely different; a warrior. A warrior of the mind against tyranny.

Arjuna stood on the battlefield of the mind, where his heart became full of doubt. He was about to fight his own relatives for a kingdom he didn’t even want. Just as he collapsed, Lord Krishna of the cosmic divine spoke. He exposed the truth and through that conversation, Arjuna rose again not to conquer others, but to conquer himself and fullfill his duty.

Oh Krishna…

Show me that cosmic thread.

The one that weaves meaning through my chaos.

The one that quiets the noise and steadies my breath.

ReasontoBe, are you even listening!? Our journey is far from over and this is a story you need to listen to and I won't let you opt out as we head toward the bright side of the moon.