Jasmina Sabrihafizovic 10/26/24 Jasmina Sabrihafizovic 10/26/24

What’s real anyway?

How do we orient in what’s present right in front of us while staying connected with the deeper truths constantly emerging and moulding our spirit and soul and actually stay healthy, whole and enjoying life as it’s emerging?

People have probably contemplated this question, everyone in their own context, since the beginning of time. And there’s probably never so far been a time in human civilisation when this question was more changeable then now. If we’re present and attentive to what’s happening in the worlds in and around us, our perception of reality seems to be broken and reorganised at a pace that seems almost unbearable for a human being. It’s as if we’re continuously being stretched out of our capacities, with no time to integrate the previous thing that occupied our attention and resources before we need to address the current one.

So how do we orient in what’s present right in front of us, the mundane tasks of the material, while also staying connected to the deeper truths constantly emerging and moulding our spirit and soul and actually stay healthy, whole and enjoying life as it’s emerging?

I won’t say I have the answer. I believe the answer is as ever fluctuating as the question.

I also believe the question would not be present if the answer did not exist at the same time and space as the question. For everything exists in a pair and it is our role to lead one to the other and expand our consciousness while doing it.

The process of asking and answering, for me, is like a breath, like life itself.

Breathing in, fully feeling the nuances of the question, all the way to the bones, the blood, the cells, allowing it to pass through my skin, to shake my whole being and break whatever needs breaking inside. Accepting, receiving, feeling and witnessing it changing me.

Breathing out, allowing what needs to go to go. Releasing. Cleansing. Setting free. Feeling the spaciousness of the unknown. The vastness of my own incapability to encompass even my own breath, let alone the question, or the answer, or the space they exist in.

Settling. Allowing the eyes to look at the world anew. Asking the question again.