And all the manifestations of the mind were rough. Sharp. Maybe... jagged. Ready to reopen old wounds or new ones. This dark cloud seems to settle down on me with no warning.
And when I scream out “lord why have you forsaken me?” as if you were ever there in the first place, I feel even more empty. But I can hear that thin small voice at the back of the class whispering, “you’re bigger than this, you’ve got that goldmine you can call on, come up for air”. The human spirit. Some call it God’s presence, I think it’s more than that, or more than the wrathful, spiteful, biblical God, it’s not easy to describe. This is why words like God exist right?
Okay now is the time you call me the rambling man, the spiritual narcissist, but guess what? This is my life. Taking ownership of that is a revolution to me. I’ve been trying to live that truth one step at a time. It’s so hard. It’s been engrained in me since I was a child, “please others”. I wish I had it in me then to rebel. I was weak. It sickens me just thinking of it, “please others”. “Please God, please your teachers, please your mother, please your father, your friend, the man on the street who compliments you, your sexual partner” “do more for others” I’m sick of it. This is MY life. I’m the one making decisions now.