An Ecstatic Birth Story

An Ecstatic Birth Story

Let me let you in on a little secret; You were born in ecstasy.

I don’t mean that as a metaphorical birth story, describing your ascent down the birth canal, your struggles toward the light, your fight against the constraints of your veiled-yet-ever-present captor, and your eventual escape into freedom.

I mean it literally.

You were born in ecstasy.

That singular instance represents the biggest rush of endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin — the “feel-good chemicals,” the highest high that we ever experience in our lives. And then we crash. Exposed to the bright hospital lights, the voices, the people, the oxygen, our little bubble of ecstasy bursts.

Since that moment, we’ve been searching to replicate that high.

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” Rumi

And the more affluent a society is, the richer we get, the more we have available to us, the less ecstatic we seem to be.

In the next post, we’ll look at how to keep that ecstatic thermostat set to HIGH.


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