You are alone and so lonely in this world. No one to call home. No one at home to call. It's a lonely existence and one you certainly didn't wish upon yourself. Or did you?
... if we are the creators of our own existence ...
Do you believe in magic? In what do you believe? I believe in two. I trust in love. I have faith in us. You should too. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me? Have I ever not shown up for you? You have no reason to believe I would. I created you, why would I abandon you?
Yet, there is a plague of doubt, an infestation of sorts. You are eat up with uncertainty. Not sure where else to turn, you turn away from me ~ the very thing you need the most. Your pushing and pulling tugs at my heart strings. The rips in my clothes from the battle we've just fought. No one won. What do you want from me? You have all of me, I am here, inside you, but you must turn inward to find your light. I will wait for a spell.
I can see clearly, from where I sit, things you cannot begin to imagine. From behind the dense walls you've built around your heart I see the pulsating fear. A fear so deep, it prevents you from seeing your lovingly-built cage for what it is: a false sense of security. It's like a screen box that you could punch out of if you'd only realize your situation. You have the strength. The walls are false. The safety, unreal.
The very thing you fear the most is the exact thing that you will experience if you concentrate too long. Don't think me out of existence. Don't worry me away. Don't ponder my reality. Instead, soar with faith. Leap with love. Let go. Allow yourself to feel joy. Taste hope. I do.