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It is a strange feeling- – a regret without pain. This realization that I could have done something else as a ten year old, as a fourteen year old. The dreams were there — I could have explored them, experienced them and opened to a whole new me. This realization — it holds no pain. There is no loss, for I can do it, I can be it, I can experience it all, right now. Time does not stand in my way. Time bends and flows, adjusts itself to my thoughts coming up, to my dusty hopes reclaimed, to my dreams liberated from their prison, and nothing is lost to me.

There is no “bad time,” no “good time,” no “right time,” nor “time wasted.” There is no time. There is me, and I can be what I am, however I am, whenever I am. Whenever I choose. Time imposes no restrictions, no limitations are set by reality, no hindrances are created by age. I am what I am when I choose, when I open.

The time is mine, as is reality, as are my dreams, to do with as I please.

Is there a right way to live? There are so many different people, with so many different experiences of life – is one of them right, while all others are wrong?

I chose to make my life fun, as it is more fun that way. I have decided that if I am to spend some 80 years or so here on Earth I might as well enjoy my stay. But this is my decision, everybody makes their own.

I was born in communist Poland. It was cold there, gray and dark. There was no toilet paper, food was rationed, one pair of boots had to last for several winters and the world was dirty and noisy. I went through grade school, high school and university because that was what one did. That was the right path to follow. The only path. I did not know what I wanted, I did not realize that knowing it was possible. I knew what “one did”. That had to be enough

I would have been intensely miserable, if it wasn’t for numbness that kept me from feeling anything at all. I would have been intensely miserable, but feeling misery required some spark of life, some little drop of energy. I had none.

And then I chose. I decided. I decided to do a thing that was not what  “one did.” It was the beginning. This choice, then another, then more, brought me to USA, to California, to my husband, to my life.

This life, my life, is a different one. Different from the Polish existence. It looks different, it feels different. I feel different. I am different.

I changed my life completely and so I don’t think that life is destined be any particular way anymore. It was one way, then it was another, now it is different still. I changed it. I can change it again if I wish to. Everyone can change their life if they wish to.

Everyone can choose. Everyone does choose.

The world will change in a dance of uniqueness. Your uniqueness. Your originality.

Do you know it? Are you present to it? Are you it?

Are you yourself?

What you are is bliss, happiness and unlimited creativity. Discover yourself within you and you will change your life. Discover yourself within and you will change the world.

“You are one with everything” I hear that quite often lately. That “we are all one” is written, spoken and otherwise proclaimed far and wide these days and I agree, we certainly are all one on a certain level, yet I wonder – what is the significance of that?

What is the meaning behind this story or, more to the point, what it the point to this story? Is it for us to stop destroying and attacking each other? Well, we destroy and attack ourselves, so doing that to other beings seems a natural consequence of the oneness of life.

Or is it about the power that comes from numbers? Is it about the acknowledgment, the confirmation, the approval we gain when we assure ourselves that others share our beliefs and ideals?

Or do we comfort ourselves with the oneness of life the makes us feel a little less lonely? A little less insignificant and disconnected?

Or is it a real awareness, a true presence of what we are experienced deeply in the core of our being, in a place where oneness of life is a force that’s shaped and expressed by what we choose to be?

For at this level, at the deepest fundamental level, the oneness of all life gains a meaning as it expresses itself through your originality and uniqueness.