peace, love, and carrots.
I love spirituality.
I'm not going to lie.
Tthere is something so beautiful about the coupling of deep meditative thought and elevated emotions - the connection you form with yourself, the world, and a God... what a beautiful daily experience. What a chance, what a lucky existence.
It's hard a lot of times to make wise decisions for yourself - to pass the metaphoric chip bowl and opt instead for the veggie tray.
Love those carrots.
But it's beautiful when you succeed and feel good with yourself - and feel happy to look out for the people around you.
I especially like how spirituality appeals to my sense of feeling and my sense of logic.
I like feeling rounded and happy after I meditate.
I like walking outside and looking into the sky and feeling like someone is looking back and loving me deeply.
I like reading and feeling the winds of inspiration touch the harp of my senses - I like feeling it all and thinking it through - I like the clarity and peace of mind it brings.
I wish I were good enough to always feel this way.
What a chance, I'll say again... because I can keep trying to be good.
I feel optimistic today.
Even though it's hailing outside and I've a painful set of cuts on my arm. Even though I can't find my camera stand and Jessie is out of town. Even though I fell asleep at 3am last night shaking and afraid of being alone. Even though I have to write a critically demanding 10-page essay by Monday and I forgot my carrot juice at Joel's house.
I feel optimistic.
I am such a hippie.