Friends for a lifetime, friends for a season, friends for a moment, friends for a few days. How hard is it to part from a friend we meet at a beach on a holiday, spent the whole two weeks together of the most gorgeous time ever? It should not be less hard than the breaking of the fair weather friend. No less than the nice person on the train who taught you that strangers hold the best conversations! Be your own friend for your lifetime and no one else can break you where healing never is.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Week 33 - No Woman No Cry
So I signed a new contract on my life.
I sold my soul.
But there is something new in this new.
I may be returned here for a reason and I know it is not for the same reason that I signed the first contract for.
I want to say life wants different things of me now, but the feeling is, I want less of life things now.
I sold my soul.
But there is something new in this new.
I may be returned here for a reason and I know it is not for the same reason that I signed the first contract for.
I want to say life wants different things of me now, but the feeling is, I want less of life things now.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday, August 05, 2011
Week 31 - Lumps that take life
I am told there are lumps in my chest that could kill me.
If there is anything that such a thing can do to you it is to learn whether you are ready to be stuffed in a small space underground with just only yourself there.
I am ready. I want to do this. Why not?
To tell you that I am thinking about those I will leave behind, I would lie a little. Because I am not thinking about them in a way that makes me elevated to them missing me, more me missing their lives.
I am conjuring their old faces, their children's voices, their spouses' hands touching them in ownership, their thoughts engrossed in happiness.
I am not ready because I have a list of things to do that I have not even started on in some ways.
I have tons of lists, this list just might not be ready for me.
So what does it mean? Does it mean I am not destined yet to get to that stuff, or has that stuff just passed me by?
If there is anything that such a thing can do to you it is to learn whether you are ready to be stuffed in a small space underground with just only yourself there.
I am ready. I want to do this. Why not?
To tell you that I am thinking about those I will leave behind, I would lie a little. Because I am not thinking about them in a way that makes me elevated to them missing me, more me missing their lives.
I am conjuring their old faces, their children's voices, their spouses' hands touching them in ownership, their thoughts engrossed in happiness.
I am not ready because I have a list of things to do that I have not even started on in some ways.
I have tons of lists, this list just might not be ready for me.
So what does it mean? Does it mean I am not destined yet to get to that stuff, or has that stuff just passed me by?
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
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