They say we are captives of our own thoughts and beliefs.
That we see life through bars we never noticed being built.
The bars may look like expectations. Or like safety.
Sometimes, they sound like:
Be realistic.
Play it safe.
This is just how life is.
But what if those bars weren’t real?
What if they were forged, not by truth, but by repetition?
Like steel shaped by the blacksmith’s hammer,
we’ve been molded by voices around us—
voices of tradition, of fear, of convention.
Until one day we look at ourselves and wonder,
Who decided this is who I am?
Behind that familiar frame of thoughts—
behind the gate, always locked,
waits the real you.
The one you were born as.
The one still whispering in dreams.
Awakening isn’t something you achieve.
It’s something you remember.
It’s not a destination or prize at the end of a spiritual checklist.
It’s a return. A soft re-entry into the life that has always been calling you.
And so, I offer you this invitation:
Sketch your own gate.
What does it look like? What is it made of?
What lies on the other side?
If drawing’s not your thing, imagine it.
Write about it.
Name it.
And then, ask yourself—"What is the key I already hold?”
Because the gate doesn’t open with force.
It opens with remembrance.
Join us at IAMday.org and stake your claim.
Catching up on reading today. Needed that reminder. We do all hold the key! Thank you.
Thank you Richard for reminding us that we hold the key. 🙏🏼❤️✨