In this case, the beef is the strife felt whilst striving for connection.
Starving for it.
I have often times felt in this world when trying to reach out, the harsh slam of a door in my face or the classic “left on read” situation. Distance, loss of touch, newfound but lost soulmates, over and over and over again.
I find myself wondering where the disconnect occurred.
Was it something I said, something I did? Is it just me? And ensues a list of questioning my insecurities.
Then I’ll give myself the benefit of the doubt and say,
Maybe they’re just busy. Maybe they have more important things to worry about. Maybe they’ll get back to me. Excuse, excuse, excuse.
I also recognize the behaviors in my own self, where people will send me things to look at them, but then I don’t get the chance, because life is busy and chaotic and hectic, so I do get it.
As a low maintenance human being, you could go without talking to me for years and then I’ll pick up a conversation with you just fine, only retaining the information my brain can spare to hold, trying to grasp onto the tiniest little memory or moment or thought or construct that is at its core:
connection.
So that is not to say that disconnection is forever or that anyone should be to blame for it - except those who advocate it - however, it is simply a learning experience.
One that defines you and cuts you out like erosion and sends your waters moving in different currents.
But here’s the thing;
In this fractal reality, we are all separated by the space between the atoms and the physical collections of them.
This illusion we all collectively experience can be done entirely alone, if done diligently. But that is devoid of what makes this whole test worth while!
So, moving forward, my advice to the populous on how to increase your energy flow, start with your conversation flow.
Reach out for what reaches out back to you.
Accept and appreciate it all simply for what it is:
New life. The next horizon.
And as far as this “ghosting” business goes -
Do not attempt to contact the dead; though they live among you, they live with you no more.
- H.M