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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda

Inside all of us is a WILD THING

Where the Wild Things Are

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

When there’s nowhere to go but dowwwwwn

I’ve learned we can’t all be happy. In order to grow and prosper, we’re forced to give something up. The hard part is deciding if that’s worth it or not. For one relationship to blossom, one dies. New advice always cancels words that used to hold great importance. Finding a new God requires death of another. 
As human beings, we have to decide which wealth is more important. 

It’s not easy, I’ve learned. Oh, the price of wisdom. Despair comes at such a low cost. Loss is too easy. Death always comes too fast. Blink your eyes, and what once was your world has its throat slit and blood pouring at your feet. 

We must also realize that good cannot exist without evil; We can’t all be happy. 

So who suffers? And who decides who suffers? God? Me? You? Fate? 
Maybe its just written in the very fabric of our essence. I’ve always thought that these things happen for a reason. One person has to feel pain, in order for the other to have success in life. One daughter has to be the druggie dropout for the other to learn and acheive Ivy League status, right? 
Its like a novel. One character builds upon the next, who builds upon the next, who builds upon the last. The homeless character who has never learned the warmth of shelter creates the lasting impression on the boy who later becomes the white collar worker who goes home to his blonde wife with two kids. 

We can’t all be happy. It almost makes me sick. 
I’ve caused people to feel agonizing pain, and so have you. Isn’t life a bitch sometimes? 

And maybe you aren’t happy. Maybe its the card you’ve been dealt. Somewhere your DNA was laced with suffering, and you’ll never understand why. Hopefully, you keep your dignity though, because somewhere in the story, you’re creating a billionare, a saint, a lover. 

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

You’re not dead yet

I love living my life thinking that no one is worthless,
and we can learn something from everyone. 
I wish everyone felt that same way.

Why can’t forgiveness be given, 
just as easily as words can be spat in your face? 

Why can’t we live, enjoy, invest, take care, 
invent, love, embrace, cherish, smile, help, relax?

No matter how hard I try to understand human nature, 
I will never comprehend anger, 
and the feeling that we need anger to survive. 
People who thrive on anger seem to live just as well as the next. 
Taking care of themselves,
and them only.
How is that possible? 

This makes me believe karma can’t possibly exist.

Life is… 
and thats all.

I’ve made mistakes just as much as the person 
behind me, next to me, in front of me. 

You can’t define me.
Your words can’t define me.
Your actions can’t define me.

I define myself.

And I choose to forgive myself…
When will you be able to do the same? 

I want to know…

It dosen’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, & if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It dosen’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It dosen’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled & closed from fear & further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it ofr fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; If you can dance with wildness & let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers & toes without cautioning us to be careful. be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It dosen’t interest me if the story your telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal & not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful & therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, & if you can source your life from it’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours & mine, & still stand on the edge of a lake & shout to the silver moon, “YES”!

It dosen’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me & not shrink back.

It dosen’t interest me where or what you have studied. 

I want to know what substains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, & if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

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