my fear of "what if i will never find love again?" turns into "what if i will lose myself forever?"
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my fear of "what if i will never find love again?" turns into "what if i will lose myself forever?"
I fucking hate the distance, I want to be there with you, for you.
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Today, I was staring at myself in the mirror and realised that I exist. It's more than just being alive. I felt myself. I realised that I am. I'm just so happy that I am me, a god. Why didn't I realised this before? I've always been a god.
I was never created nor I can be destroyed because I am energy. That means ive been here before Earth was formed? I was always here? I'm an energy before being a human. We are not humans going through spiritual experiences, we are spiritual beings experiencing human life. We are not the body.
We are nothing but everything. Does that makes sense? There's only one consciousness and it's me and you. You are me, I am you. We are one.
And when you succeed to realise this deeply no matter if you can say it in words or not that's a different case but if you understand this thing, you will realise that you have everything because you ARE everything and everything IS you, no one is separated through any doubt, negative thoughts and shit because that whole thing is greater than these things which you think is stopping you.
Dont be afraid of losing people. Be afraid of losing yourself trying to please everyone around you
-Olivie Blake
George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, from The Collected Poems 1924-1955; “The harbor is old”
Although there may have been many versions of me,
Most of them were lonely.
I miss feeling loved, knowing I was special and important
I miss having a reason to live
i accept to let you go, loosing you made me appreciate the stars more.
vitality is to live and to live is the greatest thing in the world, most people just exist, that is all.
i won't just exist i will write mediocre metaphors on mist and go on a rollercoaster ride; i will make the best of my life.
live, don't just exist!
i can’t wait to live in a space she will never visit. i’ll grow hair she will never touch. wear clothes she will never see. make friends she will never meet. tell stories she will never hear. make memories she isn’t apart of. i can’t wait to wake up with out this pit in stomach. to breathe easier. sleep longer. to move on and let go.
i. “get used to dying,” father told me. “you will have many deaths, many burials and many graves, and no time to mourn any of them.”
ii. but how? death is the end, not the journey, and I am no cat. I do not have nine lives— only one.
iii. he smiles, and it is sharp; cruel. I realize — too late — it is a knife, unsheathed. the messenger of my first death.
iv. “the first of many,” he asserts. was that a prediction, or a promise? better not to ask; knowledge itself, is its own kind of death.
v. father was right.
dying is the same as anything else: you get better at it with experience.
vi. but it doesn’t get any easier, crawling and clawing your way out of the dirt. not the kind you can see or smell,
but oh, you can feel it. it’s impossible not to drag up grave soil with you when your body is a cemetery.
vii. eventually you learn life is made of little deaths, like a burden, growing.
viii. death doesn’t scare humanity; it’s life — living, that terrifies us and we turned it into a rehearsal, a stage.
practice makes permanent. // m.a.w
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