Submission. ‘Islām’. Submission isn’t necessarily about rituals, prophetic missions, institutional constructs, and religious directives. In fact, to be pronouncedly bold here, submission has little to do with the above at all. In its widest, most universal, and truly human sense, submission describes an attitude whereby one accepts, embraces, and confronts one’s feelings, one’s wounds, one’s conflicts (internal and external), one’s doubts, one’s aches. To explore them and truly understand that they are there, and that they are not going anywhere. It is an outlook, an etiquette, that, once adopted, births the key to one’s liberation, to placid emancipation, to ceasing to seek control, for that cannot and should not be sought. One must own the emotions that brew in the fabric of Being through this subtle yet conspicuous submission. This submission should not and will not act as a cue for passivity and lazy despair if it is thoroughly and truthfully internalised. On the contrary, it is only through acceptance, and subsequent ownership, that one is empowered. Empowerment is the doorway to an understanding of the self in its most meaningful sense. Self-knowledge arms the beholder with the fated predicate for growth and progression. And, perhaps, this is the purpose of Life. To foster positive and progressive growth. To defy regression. It is a seemingly relative and subjective journey. Ironically, though, it is in the depths of this solitary pilgrimage that the path to the One is manifest. That the Objective is glimpsed. That Unity in the midst of wild multiplicity is realised. And that is a thing of Natural Beauty. And a reason to keep trying.