A Living Story With Reverse Button.

Happiness. A decade later. A self-made billionaire. His house elegantly reflecting his wealth. Produced over the years. Many efforts later. Colorful art work decorating the walls of the place he finally called 'home'. The ocean at his feet. The movie theatre in the heart of his house - where he spent a lot of time - was a place where he felt alive. He made it. He really did. His bank accounts showed the money. Life was good to him. Lovable. Loving. Loved. Lover present. He finally realized it was not about the money. Not at all. It had been a journey of growth. His soul blossomed on the path to wealth. He committed to and focused on his mission, walked his own path, that he felt drawn to and he arrived at the finish line. Exactly where he wanted to be. It was better than he ever imagined and along the journey he supported many of his family and friends. He was loved for who he was. His heart had the strength of the sun. Shining brightly from above.

A strong heart based decision made. Start of a business. It was growing. He made mistakes as every starter does, but he quickly turned them into lessons that moved him forward. In a way that was exceptional. Clients called him from all over the world. He was born under a lucky star. His services were respected. He was learning. He never stopped to be a student. A master at the same time. He looked for balance in every situation. It became a healthy habit. He felt his confidence rising. Every day. More and more. Joy guided him most of the time. A destination so wonderful. There were challenges. There were opportunities. He listened well to others who walked the path before him. Accepting keys that opened more doors. Sometimes he felt waves of doubt. Then he took a break to renew his energy. He went out and connected with the power of nature. A natural power. A blessing from the universe. A free gift. At the disposal of everyone.

He worked in a corporate environment. At first everything had a golden glance. Safety. Security. Unfortunately, he felt stuck. He could not unfold his full potential. Why did it seem that he had to live in a box? He was hired for specific assignments but he had so much more to offer. His employer was not interested in his wholeness. He felt only half the man he could be. Waste of talents. Waste of time. Every day, he wondered if this was the meaning of his life. Was he a robot? Going to work, paying the bills, taking a well measured holiday package and start again. The rat race. He felt that he was slowly dying. His soul cried silently at night. He had so many doubts. Was he the only one in the world who felt like this? Why did he want something different? Was it possible to create his own reality? He nodded his head. Felt awful. His colleagues accepted their lives. He felt that there was more possible. He just did not know how to arrive there.

He was a student. For life. He learned. From every experience. From every encounter. As if his mind was writing a book. Every scene carefully approached from every angle. To ensure exponential growth. He travelled the world and saw the beauty being revealed to him. He was grateful. He had dreams and he treasured them. Stored them in a magic place. Close to his heart. He had charism. It was always around him. Keeping him in a good place. The people he met connected quickly to him. He was pure from the inside out. Children and animals loved him instantly. Warm vibes attract. He was gorgeous in every way. He was not yet fully aware of his qualities. There were many. He had to discover them later on. All great things in life take their time. He kept on walking. On solid shoes. Now and then he took a break. The seasons have their meaning. A story is composed by ups and downs.

His childhood was better than what the average human being experienced. He was blessed. There were periods that he loved, there were times that he got hurted. The same process unfolded in everyone's life. Hurt and blessings. Lightness and darkness. Showing different aspects of one reality. His parents did their best. Gave him their best education. Of course they had their limitations, blind spots too. But they cared. They really did. He saw them first as heroes. After that stage he recognized that they were human. They were allowed to not knowing the answers to all his questions all of the time. He once was their child. Until he realized that he had his own life. It called for a strong commitment. He heard Frank Sinatra's song 'My way' and he promised himself to apply the wisdom of that song. There were more songs. More words of wisdom. Added to his path.

The universe received an order. Two people fell in love. They married happily ever after. They made love. Just like in a movie. Slow motion. Scenes lasting forever in the hearts. One heart. One soul. Deep ocean. The moon and the stars were dancing romantically together that night where he was created. Nine months later he was born. A present. Not just like that. A natural process once again. Repeated for ages. Same recipe. Unique outcome. Every time. His first cry in the world was a strong one. He shouted out loud. He had arrived. That was obvious. The eyes of his parents excited. Soul much in love. They verified if he had everything on his body that he was supposed to have. Yes! Check list completed and approved. He had a beautiful smile and an adorable shining aura. The nurses loved him at once. His heart touched everyone he met. The mystery of life. A neverending story. Told many times. Again and again. With enchanting love.

By Liesbeth Leysen