Voice

Recently, the idea of establishing one’s ‘voice’ has crossed my path multiple times. I think it may be the universe’s way of trying to tell me something? When I look at my winding path so far, are things that keep popping up this way ‘the universe’ pointing me here or there? It could be a non-binary God laying my path in a way that I stumble along it in the direction they desire. Only occasionally do I fall, yet, never varying far from this path… I eventually get to the next place, safe sound and a bit more wise (maybe). I certainly was never one of those people who mapped out my future. Yet here I am, writing and pondering the idea of ‘voice’.

My lazy Sprite, the one in my head who would rather sit in front of the TV and eat cereal, beckons “WHY????”. Although I’m not fond of that part of my brain / psyche, I suppose it comes from the level inside where I am deeply cynical. Cynical that we have much control over anything in a universe that encompasses light years & zillions of stars. We live on a minute green and blue vessel where there is the continuous hum of billions of heartbeats. And yes, I admitted earlier that this was my most cynical side! I have recently started to embrace the idea of a quantum realm. A place where all things are possible and where we actually can, in some small way, affect the ‘what’, just not the ‘how’.

The whole concept of a quantum realm is fascinating. A place where time, materials and space do not exist. The idea of separating thoughts, emotions, physical sensations… away from ‘what it is all composed of’. In other words, empty space. This idea resonates (at least for me) on a profound level.

There is so much vastness around us. We act like we are the captains of our own ships. Why bother with “having a voice”, or wasting valuable TV time on struggling to understand what a voice is and what it means to have one? I suppose if ‘having a voice’ refers to ‘speaking one’s mind’ then yes, it would likely be a futile endeavor. Imagine billions of voices expressing themselves simultaneously all the time. The cacophony produced would deafen us all while driving us mad instantaneously. However, just think of a common topic and do a google search… it will open the door to a rabbit hole large enough to consume you for hours (if not days, weeks, months) of your precious life. If we consider our ‘voice’ as that as a contribution to all voices, our reflected awareness to all awareness… then ‘voice’ takes on a completely different life.

It is unclear if this is a wise decision to spend my time this way, pondering if my voice is part of something much, much bigger than myself. Yet my curious, eager to learn Sprite, the one who lives in the wonderment level of my psyche, is seductively beckoning me down this path.