some days i feel schiztophrenic
and i don't care if i misspelled that
the peaceful rebel?
the violent monk?
who am i?
why do two seemingly opposing attitudes nestle so comfortably behind my eyes? i believe in love and peace. i do my best to respect and honor and be compassionate. yet i see the lies and the violence and the greed and the hate and part of me screams "tear it all down!"
shouldn't i be bothered by this . . . as if i am allowing the illusion to disrupt my harmony? it doesn't feel that way though. everything feels completely harmonious.
the peaceful rebel?
the violent monk?
who am i?
why do two seemingly opposing attitudes nestle so comfortably behind my eyes? i believe in love and peace. i do my best to respect and honor and be compassionate. yet i see the lies and the violence and the greed and the hate and part of me screams "tear it all down!"
shouldn't i be bothered by this . . . as if i am allowing the illusion to disrupt my harmony? it doesn't feel that way though. everything feels completely harmonious.