Dear Human Being,
Hi. Yes—you.
The one who can stare at a sunset and feel something ancient… and then five minutes later panic because you used the “wrong” emoji in a text.
I’m writing to you because I’m still stunned by us.
Not in a “we’re perfect” way. More in a “how is this not the headline of the planet?” kind of way.
Because honestly: we are absurdly, ridiculously, heartbreakingly well designed.
We have an inner system that—when we understand it—makes so much sense it almost feels illegal that it isn’t taught in school. Like: “Welcome to Earth. Here is your operating manual. Also: your mind is powerful, your experience is created from the inside out, and your feelings are feedback. Have a nice day.”
Instead, we got:
- “Try harder.”
- “Be more productive.”
- “Overthink until smoke comes out of your ears.”
- “If you’re suffering, maybe you need a better morning routine.”
Bless us. Truly.
And yet… here’s the miracle: the system still works.
Even when we don’t understand it, it’s still quietly doing its job.
You know what blows my mind?
That you can wake up in the “same” world—same room, same calendar, same mirror—and somehow it’s a completely different reality depending on the quality of thought moving through you.
One day: Everything is heavy. Everyone is against me. Life is a problem.
Next day: Oh. That was a weather system. Not a prophecy.
That’s not a small thing. That’s cosmic.
Because it means: your experience is not welded to circumstances.
It’s shaped—moment by moment—by the mind’s invisible projector.
And feelings?
Feelings aren’t punishments. They’re not proof that you’re broken. They’re not a verdict.
They’re more like a brilliant built-in notification system:
- “Hey love, you’re in low-quality thinking right now.”
- “Hey genius, you’re believing a scary story like it’s a documentary.”
- “Hey sweetheart… you forgot you’re okay.”
Imagine if we treated feelings like that.
Imagine if we respected them the way we respect a dashboard light in a car.
Because right now, a lot of us do the emotional equivalent of putting tape over the “check engine” light and yelling, “I’M FINE.”
We are hilarious.
And we are holy.
Here’s the part that makes me ache in the best way:
We can create entire worlds with thought.
Not just ideas—worlds.
We can create a dystopia in ten seconds in the shower:
“I’m behind. I’m failing. Everyone else has it together. This is never going to work.”
And we can create a blooming garden in the same shower, same water pressure, same shampoo:
“I’m alive. I’m learning. I don’t have to solve my whole life today. I can take one true step.”
That’s power.
And it’s not reserved for monks, mystics, or people with perfect posture and a candle collection.
It’s in you. It’s in children. It’s in tired parents. It’s in CEOs. It’s in the lonely ones at Christmas. It’s in the anxious ones. It’s in the ones who “should have it together.”
It’s in all of us.
So why isn’t this mainstream?
Maybe because humans are slow sometimes.
We needed an embarrassing amount of time to adopt obvious health practices once we discovered them. We literally went, “Huh, many people die when we don’t disinfect… interesting,” and then took generations to make it normal.
So maybe what we’re watching now is the same kind of evolution—only this time it’s not about clean hands.
It’s about a clean understanding.
An understanding that says:
- Your mind is not your enemy.
- Thoughts are not the truth; they are the most powerful tool of creation we have as humans.
- Consciousness brings it to life.
- And something deeper—call it Mind, Life, God, the Universe, the Big U, the Quantum Whatever-You-Prefer—keeps offering fresh new moments like a generous, unstoppable fountain.
And here’s my favorite part:
The past isn’t here. The future isn’t here.
There is only now—and now is not just a time slot.
Now is a doorway.
Now is the place where the whole world can change without changing a single object.
Now is where a new thought appears.
Now is where the nervous system unclenches.
Now is where grace sneaks in.
Now is where the mind quiets enough to hear wisdom again.
Now is where you remember:
Oh. I am not my scary thinking.
I am the one noticing it.
Dear Human Being,
I’m sorry we’ve treated ourselves like machines that should never stall.
I’m sorry we’ve shamed ourselves for having feelings.
I’m sorry we’ve confused mental noise with reality.
And I’m in awe that even after all that… we still have the ability to wake up into a new world in a single insight.
That’s the glory.
Not that we’re always calm.
But that calm is built in.
Not that we never suffer.
But that suffering is often made of misunderstood thought—temporary weather mistaken for permanent climate.
Not that we’re flawless.
But that we’re fundamentally okay, even in the middle of our mess.
So here’s my toast to us:
To our ridiculous creativity.
To our tender hearts.
To our inner guidance system that never stopped working.
To the day this becomes as normal as washing hands.
And until that day comes—until the understanding has hopped from person to person, island to island, continent to continent like the kindest “infection” in history—
let’s keep passing it on.
Gently.
Humanly.
With humor.
With wonder.
Because we, my friend…
we are so beautifully made, it’s almost unbearable.
With love,
From one human being to another
With Love, Gabriel