Color of Life

Life is boring everything is grey … sometimes I can’t breath. I want to touch everything to make it shimmer and my body vibrate with life; I want to feel Indian and African drums pulse through my skin, Celtic violins and flutes whistle through my veins. a piano and old chants and yelps to catch my throat.. guitars and harps to tingle and prick my fingers and trumpets, saxophones and french horns to burst through me… I want to my hair fly and feet burn from dancing to it all and fall into a bed of moss, feathers and flowers… I want to wade into a lake of liquid fairy dust and eat white chocolate covered roses …….I just want to have color again

~Witchwigbat
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Why Does It Hurt so much to be on Earth?

Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here. Like coming here was a mistake. But then again who doesn’t feel this way on occasion.
Personally I think I have had previous reincarnations on other planets, although I do have memories of being here as well.
Even though the burden here on earth can be quite heavy sometimes I know I left my other homes and soul families because through the pain I learned compassion; anger gave me clarity and strength I needed to endure. My loneliness taught me self awareness. By experiencing my greatest fears I learn courage.
All these pains are simply the gathering of experience. We grow by learning; we wouldn’t know happiness without the knowledge of sadness.