I've felt like a failure most of my life, even as I was praised for my accomplishments. It wasn't until I unravelled the threads of that huge knot and followed it to it's source that I could find my way back to my source, to my perfection, to my divinity. And I've seen the light that is sung by the glorious bird in my heart. And I've tasted the elixer of my ecstatic pleasure. And I've felt the bubbling call of my soul deep in my throat as years of resistance echo out my mouth in waves of sobbing laughter, throwing open the windows of my heart for the brilliant birdsong to shine through.
And as my spirit glows ever stronger within my gaze and my chest and my words, I remember why I'm here, why I've chosen this life and this body and these people and this place. I am a unique expression of God and I've come to play in this playground of duality, in the way that only I can, for the sheer pleasure and pain of experience through which to find my way home to me. And every avenue has the potential to lead me home. There is no right or wrong way. It's all perfect.