Contrast

This world is contrast
This world is a perfect place for me to discover. 
In it’s darkness, in it’s pain, in it’s suffering, I get to feel out all that is here. I have it that this world is here for me to create myself and to rise but really I am already created. I am discovering that creation, that which I really am. I get to discard everything that is not really me. In this world I get to dis.cover me; these pieces of myself; my definition. I can define and refine. It is only with this contrast that I can do this. 

What am I not comes before what am I. Though what I am was there in the beginning.
In contrasting all that I am not I get to see what I am. 
With contrast I can see. 
With this contrast I dis.cover. 

I bump up against everything I am not. I react. In that reaction, *if* I can observe, I get to see what is not me and what is. I get to see what is important which is whispered ever so lightly or roared fiercely. I get to choose what is me once witnessed. I get to choose to let go that which I am not. I get to choose that which I am. 

In contrast I get clear. I get defined. I get dis.covered.

Oh how I love to get mad at the world for not delivering that which I wish for, what I long for. When in fact the world is delivering perfectly. It gives me the walls to bump up against, the contrast to find my edges, to dis.cover my definition, dis.cover the creation I am. And I get to create… not create me as I already am created. I create from me in this ever expansive universe. I create more of the story, the telling of the tale, I create the living form. Living is my art form, life is my medium. I get to dis.cover; I get to play.

Thank you beautiful ugly contrasting world for the space you hold for to me dis.cover to create.
~Szara