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I believe we are apt to see the truth as lies. Lies sometimes are alluring, sweeter to the ear, or easier to believe. We trick even ourselves, justifying them and enabling them. Pain and Anger are the greatest among the liars. They hurt us, so we doubt the truth. We define our Identity by our Truths. I will share with you what I have thought, felt and learned. Love, the complete commitment to the well being and happiness of yourself, another person or people without any condition or modifier. Integrity, the practice of being uncompromised in one's values and actions. Kindness, it is a behavior defined by consideration and concern. It is gentle, and it is generous. We become the truths we believe in. We accept the lives or the lies we agree with. We can choose, more importantly You can choose these things. But do not do this partially, or reluctantly, you have to accept it wholly. It is a challenge and it takes time. I am still learning. But if you allow them to they will change you.
In our world for some reason we do things , for a main reason. And that's for our own gain or advantage. I do this, I get money, I do that, I get connections. I complete this task I obtain something of value to me. And if somehow we give out love, usually that's a byproduct. Meaning that was not purposeful, and not the intention.
But what if that was not the case, what if our reason was love, and love solely? And anything else is gain? I don't think it'd matter honestly. Because if we treasured those that we love like the treasures they are, we would know we have what we need. We've lost sight of those ideas, our virtues are corrupt. Even our actions lie.
I know that my atoms are not mine and that they were forged in stars and scattered across the universe by their deaths. I know that I am a product of bunch of chemical reactions. I know that I will one day die.
I also know that I am more than sum of my parts. That my death, will only be in this body. I will decompose and become apart of everything. I know that my mannerisms will be inherited by those who loved me. Just I have inherited theirs. And I know if there is a afterlife my spirit will live on forever in love and kindness.
But that doesn't make this life any less worth it.
You are the kind of person you are.
It is unprofitable for the Jew to look at histories heros and philosophers without skipping a little. They are are apt to see to only monsters. I suspect that if you were to examine any of these men carefully you are to find he is a soul in no torment. But a coin with two sides who can cash in on his virtues and his evils at seperate counters.
Prejudice is a symptom that can thrive in the most enlightened of minds, as it can in the darkened thoughts of fools.
And now I am foreigner in this Country, always even if I am an American Citizen.
If you have a larger heart, your capacity to understand is bigger.
We usually scorn people who we do not know, once we know them we like them, maybe even love them. You should be large enough to take in all nationalities.
“I don’t need you to respect me, I respect me.
I don’t need you to love me, I love me.
But I want you to know that you could know me,
If you change your mind.” – Rebecca Sugar’s “Steven Universe” (2019)
This is a simple message. But one of the most powerful ones you could and can ever learn. There are many of us who desperately need(ed) this. The message is this. There is nothing wrong with you and who you are. The person you are is worthy of love, respect, and kindness. Not only externally, like from friends, family, and other peers. But also, Internally, from one’s own heart and from the self. I know there are many people who have internalized dysphoria. And they’re restless, tossing, turning and struggling.
The problem is not inborn. It’s developed over a life time. A life time of expectations, and experiences that have lead them to believe that the person they are is not normal, or natural. (For whatever reason, be it the body, blood, mind or spirit or anything else for that matter) And therefore unworthy of grace, love and kindness. However, this is the thing that is not normal. Despite this it has become the standard. A lie, A fatal flaw that now reigns over lives. A single idea of confirming normality. Do not dehumanize your spirit. You do not have to justify your existence. We are not extensions of a society. Strike that reverse it. Society is an extension of us. And if you have felt in any way; ignored, harmed, slandered, disenfranchised or have been left with any other negative emotion, you are not at fault, you are not to blame. You have not committed a failure. It is the collective idea of “Us” that has failed you.
A Simple Message, A Thesis, A Conversation.
You are worthy of love.
We try and clean ourselves from the messes we made yesterday only to make ourselves dirty today.
We all want Happiness. However the way we pursue it is so inept and unskillful we are often times more detrimental to our causes than we are helpful. I think it is safe to assume in our lives we have been taught we must grapple, struggle, and labor to ensure that happiness is ours.
I think that there is an answer that might be much more simple. Just be faithful in what you are. Be resolute in what you want to be. Be humble. And above all else Love. Because you are in just the same way, are above all else are loved.
As Humans we lose parts of our humanity when we use ourselves or others for the gratification of the self. It is only a loss when we enable sorrow, anger, avarice and profit-seeking behaviors. (These and many other things)
When we sow those seeds the fruit they bare are only novelties, baubles, and tchotchkes. Quite frankly they are an insult to the worth and efforts of the human spirit.
If a single grain of rice can tip the scale then a single act of kindness can change the spirit.
If you have a limited world you become content with mediocre often times worthless things.
I sifted through thousands of Faces only wanting to see yours.
You are not a finished product. And no you will never be. You have to remember you often sow seeds you'll never see.
It's midnight. And you have fallen asleep on the couch. I got the chance of feeling the warmth of your hair again. My love, I am sorry. I will love you for all the days I am blessed with. It is your absence I will ache with. It is with great pride I can say I have loved, and loved honestly.
A car just came by and illuminated her face for nothing more than a breathe but in that moment I saw her. In her a beauty that has never before been rivaled or matched. My heart paced faster and my eyes watered and all I wanted was to have my hand on her face.
I would take clouds of grey, and rainy days if it meant she was my sunshine’s ray. I would take all the thorns of those briar rose if it meant she was the one I could love and hold.
She is my delight, my joy, she is my comfort, my piece of mind. She is all the things that are good and Devine.
I love her.
Not even Poetry within all it's meter and form, within all it's unstructured beauty, can adequately capture you.
Night after Night I lie awake. Eyes closed; Mind spinning with Fractured Verses.
You are like the flowers that bloom and blossom. Even their leaves scatter to the wind.
We are on your Bed watching Movies while I stroke gently through your hair
Secondhand thrift stores
and animated movies
This is me; my Life
We are on the couch Your sleeping head in my lap You begin to drool
Lemongrass in the Summer Sun. Just as bare feet dance so beautifully on the browns of the earth. A water hose then becomes the plaything of two people. Laughing Laughter that can still be heard.
A gentle breeze rustles the trees. A Streetlight’s light casts yellow over green leaves. Your head on my Shoulder. Mine in your hair. In a backyard. On a trampoline.
I wish to be like a cold winter’s day. Atmospheric frozen solid. An optimistic indifference. I want to be the tingling sensation in someone’s toes, fingers, and nose. I want to be the warmth on their back. The reason why they curl up in a blanket at night. The reason why they don’t want to leave it in the morning. The thing that their very breath catches on. I want to be like a cold winters day.