Torn between
I LOVE YOU
I am stretched in so many possible directions. Each with its own color and hue and reasons. All valid. So many choices to define. So many paths down the rabbit hole. Specializing seems to be a necessity for the furthermost of this new paradigm. Accept your role in the game. Play your part in whatever beautiful way you can. Find your pleasures and study them. Dedicate and dictate your life towards a goal or purpose that is for the betterment of you and everything you encounter. This new world needs good teachers, mathematicians, scientist, philosophers, thinkers, painters, singers, dancers. We need speakers and listeners. We need leaders and we need helpers. We need compassion and patient practices that sow great values of responsibility and confidence. A father that says I love you everyday. A mother that says I love you after every greeting. A positive support system coming from our elders. What we don’t need is limitations and subcategories. We don’t need shame, fear, greed, hate, racism, degrading remarks, faceless crowds, hollow city’s and fake temples that we are suppose to call our body. We don’t need weight loss pills and Xanax. We need positive exercise habits from the beginning of life and coping techniques for traumatic experiences. Rant complete. I LOVE YOU!
