Tears of Joy and Sadness

I am inspired by birds, by nature, by people. I am inspired by light, but also by darkness. My heart cries... sometimes from joy, sometimes from sorrow. And now, happiness wraps around me and overflows into tears of gratitude, and...
I cry with joy when I feel wrapped in His presence, as I melt into His love. And I cry with sadness, knowing that most of the time, I will feel far away from Him.
I cry with joy for those who feel and know God, and with sorrow for those who search for Him in places where He never was and never will be.
I cry with joy when I see the leaves dancing in the wind, and with sadness when I think of how they will fall to the earth tomorrow. I cry with happiness at the sight of a green field full of flowers, and I cry at the sight of a desert seemingly void of life. I cry with joy when I see a wild animal roaming free in nature, and with sorrow for those locked in cages, stripped of their freedom.
I cry for the love I have found, and for the man who loves me unconditionally, but also for the moments when I cannot reflect that love back with the same intensity.
I am grateful for the beautiful family that loves me deeply, and I feel sorrow when I cannot show them how much I treasure them.
I cry at the sight of an elderly couple still holding hands, and also for those who have never known such a love.
And finally, I cry with happiness when I see a child cherished and cared for by their parents, and with deep sadness for those who sleep in the cold and go to bed hungry.

In this tender moment, I begin to understand the divine dichotomy—love and fear, light and dark, above and below. Nothing is random; all is as it is so that God may experience Himself as if separate from Himself.
I begin to understand why duality exists, and why everything is as it is. I grasp, as much as I can, the love of God for us—souls embodied on Earth, perhaps hundreds of times, driven by our endless longing to experience the universe.

Yet this duality on Earth was created by us—humankind.
We created beauty and ugliness, love and fear.
We created stereotypes that, at first, we adored and later despised.
We created peace and war, only to both love and hate them, forgetting love in the end and losing ourselves entirely in this illusory world.

Everything that exists on this earth has been created by us since the very beginning.
It’s difficult to take responsibility for the sins of our ancestors, but we can release the outdated ideologies passed down for hundreds and thousands of years.
We can create a new world—one where love is all there is.
But are we truly ready for that?

Are you ready?

We descended here from heavenly light and infinite love to experience darkness and limitation—so that we might rise again with Him.
Now I understand: the darkest moments only bring us closer to the light.
Each fall lifts us higher, and the more we love, and refuse to give up on love, the more our path becomes illuminated.

"You will never be able to hate anyone."
These are the words Alberto Bacoi wrote in Mikel’s book—not just for him, but for all those who have pulled away the veil of lies and fear from their eyes.
I have never lost my love for God or for people. Not even when some tried to convince me that I loved too much, or that not everyone is worthy of love. I could not hate then, and I never will.

And if you ever wonder where God is—look around you. You are surrounded by Him.
And if you wonder who God is—look in the mirror. He is in you, and in me, and in everything that surrounds you.
If you wonder why you cannot hear God—listen to your heart, not the noise of the world.
My heart whispers that God is love—an incomprehensible love for the human mind.

And to understand that love, you must unlearn what the world has taught you.
Step out of your mind, and into His.

The choice is yours.