What does it mean to be real?
And how do we get there?
It seems that it takes a long time for many of us.
That it’s a journey of many seasons.
Sifting through all the hazards and roadblocks of life.
And then after all the work is done, are we real?
Real in the sense of finally, blissfully embodying this life.
I think we’re really real when our truth is ready to be a gift.
Maybe we never give it away, but if we did, oh what blessings it would bring.
And my hope is that we do give it away somehow.
Because the world needs our realness.
Where are you on your path to becoming real?