We are made of water and light, and stardust.
We feel so much pain, and so much of the time. Our bodies ache or itch or long-for. We are injured and sometimes crippled by consequence of living.
I dread the idea of reincarnation. From the first loose tooth of childhood; broken bones; influenzas; food poisonings…we suffer a lot. The suffering never really ends. There’s always something. Yet, there is glorious beauty and fellowship and feeling-states that make it delicious and sensational. Sharing good things. Being felt by, wanted by, and resonating with others. Etc.
My point: just like Satan said once in a movie, I’d like to live deliciously.
I am on the inside, banging on doors that are my own to open and answer.
But oh how I wish you were here. ❤
In other news, these personalities I have at the workplace are overwhelming me. I need to understand that I am not responsible for their outcomes. But I don’t want to be a bitch, either. I can choose to be a bitch or be at a place of progress in whateverwaypossible. Being in the place after a place of power is very difficult and scary for me. I get insecure about my abilities vs my arrogance. I want to be good because when I am good, I feel amazing because I feel whole.
I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I’d rather die. I need more fun. More.
Where is love’s gaze at the end? At the end it is in the mirror. Love cannot exist without The Other.