Be the same.
Love.
Be Loved.
Care.
Be complete.
Feel naive.
Be confident.
Have the body I once did.
Speak out.
Give my opinion.
Cheer up a colleague.
Make others laugh.
Will I?
Be the same.
Love.
Be Loved.
Care.
Be complete.
Feel naive.
Be confident.
Have the body I once did.
Speak out.
Give my opinion.
Cheer up a colleague.
Make others laugh.
Will I?
I realized the tools I had been given for life, could not help me build the life I desired. At first my answer was to give up, it was crazy hard to be in this crazy mean scary world anyway. My answer was to cease being. That would stop my pain, but I did not want to be the source of more pain to my mother.
I began to search for answers and the tears began to flow. I often wondered how can one person that hasn’t been alive that long have so much pain. Now I wonder if it was all mine or if it was thought forms from the world i was just inadvertently experiencing.
This evening i came to write, to share a piece of me that usually lays back in the depths of of my soul just watching the world and it’s crazy going ons. This one has been hiding, afraid to come out, afraid to let on how hurtful the world has been since that might show weakness. Weeakness in a crazy world could bring on more pain, and that part could bare no more of that!
Then i began to read some blogs…beautiful honest words. Truths that could be seen as weakness…but yet they were welcoming…they were familiar…they were empowering.
Thank you for all your lovely truths and musings…you all truly show me how we are way more similar than we are different.
Blessings…One.