Freedom by Surrendering

Ziggy was elated. Ever since he had an epiphany when the Voice nudged him to be himself, to not hold back, to let his REAL self out, he had found his peace. He felt an overpowering urge to just give in, to surrender. He got up from the chair and knelt down in the center of the sparsely furnished living room. He felt himself bending down and touching his head on the floor. It seemed to happen without the interference of his conscious mind. As his forehead gently touched the floor, he felt the boundaries between himself and the world melting away.

After what seemed like eternity, as he slowly lifted his head, the early morning rays of the sun filtered through his partially opened eyes. He was dazzled by the splendor of the seven colors creating patterns. Everything seemed surreal. At that instant, the missing pieces of his life’s puzzle seemed to fall in place.

His life’s purpose had found him.