There is this reel on Instagram I keep on watching.
Over and over again. The same video’s.
It has been weeks already.
So much of this reels and posts I have seen.
It is beginning to understand for me, that this repeatedness of this content is trying to show me something.
That it is there for me to comprehend.
A lesson to be learned or something to be said.
How convenient, that I am a writer and can make this into a story.
The reels are about a comedian, talking about his mother.
Not only mainly, impersonating her.
It is funny, really.
I am laughing, at least every time.
It is not only the way he can speak her language, but it is almost like she is there telling the story, through him.
However she is not dead.
His role in this life is to tell and express this story.
For the world to know what it is to have a mother.
Lately I see him saying, he grew up poor.
Perhaps it is old content I am watching.
He tells about taking the schoolbus to school.
Try walking everyday, I would say.
In rain, winter, autumn and summer.
It isn’t that I am here to tell him otherwise.
That he didn’t grow up poor.
The mind only believes what it wants to believe.
However there is always a different side or perspective to the story.
It can be worse, is what I am saying.
But that is not what this story is about.
This story is just to tell what worth really means and that there is richness in what truly is.
We are all rich and poor at the same time.
It is only the mind that needs to believe we are less than we really are.
Because, somehow it has grown on us, that this point of belonging gives us credits and belief.
To give permission to ourselves to act and not hold responsibility.
For not taking care of our body, mind and spirit.
Acknowledging we have a soul already.
We don’t act this way out of unwillingness.
But it is because we don’t know how else to behave and it is also just a fear.
To be truly understood and to be truly loved.
For who we truly are.
There is more to say for me about this.
However this is quite deep and intense.
So, I will leave it open for another time.