Imagine being handed a little gift box wrapped with shiny paper.
A teensy red bow rests on top.
Maybe you rip open the paper to get to what's inside as soon as possible.
Or maybe you carefully slit the tape and unwrap the present methodically,
Being careful not to tear the beautiful paper.
No matter how you do it,
You've unwrapped your gift,
And right now,
In your hand is a box.
Imagine lifting the lid.
Welcome to a hit of hope.
Imagine lifting the lid,
And there's nothing inside the box.
Well,
Maybe some crinkled up paper,
But other than that,
Not a single thing.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Imagine being given nothing.
You might protest,
That's not a gift,
Or that's the stupidest gift ever.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Imagine being given nothing.
It is now yours.
You can claim it.
If you want to be quiet,
You can say nothing.
It's okay.
If you want to do nothing,
Do nothing.
It's okay.
There is nothing you have to do,
Nothing you have to be.
You do not have to turn into a circus poodle performing.
There is nothing you need to do in order to be worthy of love,
Grace,
And kindness.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Here is your beautiful box of nothing.
Claim it.
Use it wisely.
And you are so worth it.
Namaste.