And because certain things are first felt between souls, because it takes the union of souls to ignite the body, because anything without the soul's involvement is utterly meaningless, we were endowed by the ecstasy and meaning we found that day. It was when, in this big and illustrious universe, our true beginning and end had started.
Sacrifice, as we know it, is a trade we make to attain something better, a hope for growth, a symbolic representation that one day, our bigger dreams will emanate from the mountaintop top, and the altitude represents a sign that we've made it, life, happened. But what if that's not what sacrifice is at all? What if it is deeper, more meaningful, and transcendental than we perceive? What if, in sacrificing, we have already answered a higher call? Not with the expectation of a grander life afterward but the soothing reality of how transformative we've made life for the existence of others.
'At the end of every year, my friend Justin and I would reminisce on our encounters, experiences, lessons learned, mistakes we’ve made, and things that could’ve been better and discuss our aspirations for the coming year.'
In a world where we are challenged with more uncertainties and pandemics hammered into the permanence of the lives we live, where our nervous system itself is against interpretation, and societies are as terrified and haunted by the elaborate rippling we are yet to experience, the body remains our epicenter.