Why you are more than Enough

Hey there

Yes you.

The beautiful human thats reading this

One of my readers.

Thank you.

Just thank you, not

for reading this, or liking it

not for what you’ve done.

But just for being you.

Thank you

You are enough

The World is a more beautiful place with you in it.

You, yes you.

So, thank you.

Even if you don’t believe it, yet.

It is true.

But what about you, I wanted to have a chat with you

Yes, you, you could be my beautiful fiancé in San Diego, the folks in Ireland who read my blogs first (usually), my readers in the UK, Canada or the Philippines. You could be my family, my friends or anyone…

It doesn’t matter.

Its you thats reading this right now, and I want to speak to you.

Yes you

I have something to ask you

Are you ready to listen?

I mean, really ready?

I mean, turn off the TV, sit for a moment and prepare yourself listen?

Dont be scared now, honestly

You might think I’m crazy to ask you this, but thats just the thing, crazy is just the thing that is abnormal, and normal is crazier than we’d like to realise, thats another story.

I hope you’re not scrolling quickly, to get to what it is I wanted to ask you,

you’re taking your time.

Time.

Whats time anyway? And no thats not the question, its another tangent… but have you ever thought about time, and how weird it is? To think that that time is on a clock, but memories , thinking, actions and words, seem to exist in a past, present, future dimensions that all get mixed up and thats not on a clock is it, it’s just the now. The now.

Im writing this in the now. Right now. But your now is now and my now that was now is past now, but you might share this and your now will one day be in the past now, but that thing about time – you thinking about in the future and it’ll come ‘back’ to you, but in the future. It’s to be discovered, but not ‘back’ – maybe ‘back’ is in the future after all. By the time I clicked publish, my now has already gone.

Sorry, I got distracted with the whole time thing.

On the subject of sorry. I realise that I forget you sometimes. You, the reader. If I was writing a book, id think I was writing for you, the reader a bit more, id talk to you, with you, and not ‘at you’ or use you like a cat uses a scratching post. Im itching and I write at times like I need you to be a collective therapist, or I want to write so that one day, one person might be helped by something I might say. But I’ve got to be honest, more often than not, its a splurge of mixed up emotional dumping. So, im sorry. Sometimes I do this, the crap dumping, so im sorry about that, I dont treat you very well at times, they say respect your readers, and often I dont even give you a thought. This is a blog not a book – and you haven’t paid £12 for this, but I would understand if you didn’t want to waste 20 mins of your time listening to me process the crap from my childhood, or something I read in another self help book, more keep being added to the resources list above, by the way, discovering myself is feeling like a life work.

Discovering myself.

Becoming aware, of who I am.

Thats the question my friend.

Who are you?

Three words, three small words.

Who

are

you?

Stop and think about it a while

Pause

No really, who are you?

Fellow human, Who is it that you are?

I just wanted to ask you, as I am asking myself, Who am I?

I used to ‘think’ that I could think myself into the answer.

I am good at____ or clever at____, or think of myself in relation to others, I am a fiancé, Dad, friend… or I am a youth worker, I am in relation to a profession, or even a faith, I am a Christian.. …and some of these are still true.

I could ‘think’ myself into an answer…

Deep down – who am I? in myself?

Me, myself and I

Who am I when I notice myself?

When I realise that there is a part of me thinking – but that part of me is able to notice who is the thinking?

That there is space between the thoughts?

Can I muster just one little space in amongst all the millions of thoughts every day and every moment, but what if I did, give myself time to notice my thoughts?

Give myself time to notice my thoughts..

hang on

who is me, and who is my thoughts?

is there two of us here?

A thinker and a watcher? really?

So who am I really? – Who are you?

The thinker or the watcher?

The dream or the dreamer?

If I am the watcher of the thinker of my thoughts – then..who is the watcher? Who am I

And..I am not just thoughts, my brain is not just thinking

It…can… stop…

Who am I then? Who are you?

Did you notice… you?

Who are you then?

More beautiful that our thinking, perhaps

Ive got a surprise for you.

Its time.

Its time, that now, you notice.

That space between your thoughts is not to be afraid of, because thats you.

Part of you waiting to be discovered, your consciousness waiting.

A gap of no thinking, where joy can be.

What did it feel like for you?

Thats you.

Did you feel it?

You are that joy.

It is there, in a gap.

It is in a gap of you.

WOW. Isnt that incredible?

You are Joy.

It was hiding all along.

Did you smile when you felt it?

Im smiling as I realised it too. Im smiling as I realise that one day you might read this and feel the same. Im smiling as you’ve received a gift of joy, a gift from the universe.

I didnt think you’d mind, knowing this…actually feeling this.

Free joy. Free space

Thats all, I just wanted to talk to you, and ask you something, and on the way I discovered things too, and maybe you did too. You are a beautiful human being and the world is a better place because you are in it, you are more than enough, especially if you think otherwise, because..those thoughts are just thoughts…between them, is consciousness radiating with joy – and thats you.

If you smiled, might someone else?

James