Why I hesitate


I've decided that I need to have more conversations with myself. There are things that I still don't understand. Like why it has taken me at least a month to start a blog that I wanted to write. It's not like I'm writing a book and need to do research. This blog is The World According to Suzette.
If it's just a simple blog about the spiritual views of Suzie-Q, then why haven't I started before now?

I'm hesitating and I wonder why. Because I want it to be epic and beautiful, and I'm doubting myself? Maybe. Is it because I have so many distractions, especially my new class with lots of homework? Maybe. Because even though I knew I should, I'm waiting for some epic inspiration? Perhaps. Because I need to express myself, but I don't want to be judged on my beliefs since they are key to how I see myself. Perhaps. Then I decided to start the blog with all the reasons that I am not doing what I tell myself I love to do. Which is to reflect and to write.

It's not a journal, because some of the things I really think and feel are not open for review. I don't live in a vacuum, and I don't want to give away anyone's privacy along with my own. I want to write about spiritual things, but the trick with this topic is that it always seems to lead to some people really loving it, and some people really getting offended by it. So the real question is: who is my target audience? Along with, why am I doing this anyway? Because I think the world needs some inspiration, so how about mine? So I write for anyone who struggles, who needs some extra light in their world. Or in just in their day.

So this is "As Suzette Sees It"
"The Truth I know"

And today? Today I know that this world is a big and amazing place full of phenomenal people all trying to find their own way the best way they know how. Today I know that I need to start asking more questions. It tends to be the easiest ways to get answers. Along with paying attention to everything around me. Life is in the details, right? And how many of them do I over-look every day? There are clues all around, and they all point to a higher power. A massive intelligence. A God.

So I will keep my eyes wide open and I will look in my favorite places. Which is in the eyes of the people around me. It is in the moment that I am standing in. My favorite thing is to judge people. For their potential, for their pain, for their ability to hope, or not hope. That is how I judge people. Not on their looks, or their problems, or their social issues, or the mood they are in, or any of that. I look for how people can transform if they just feel noticed, accepted, not alone, like they have a chance, like it only gets better, like they can believe in me, like they can believe in themselves. That's where the amazing stuff starts.






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