today
I am thankful for the privilege of prayer, where I can talk to god in the shower and on my bed, when I'm troubled and when I'm happy. I miss reading the bible as if my life depended on it. Lately I feel as if I cling to my countless commitments as if they give me the most fulfillment I could ever get. They have done nothing but reciprocate me with tight deadlines bombarding me from every corner. I need some cathartic release. I need to breathe.
I am thankful for the wonderful medium of language, where words can dance across the page to reveal the rawest of emotions, the most vulnerable of hearts, where feelings burst their banks out of the fabled metaphorical "walls" that so many people speak of, and spill all across the yellowed paper, like roadkilled rat guts spewed out on the road. (because earlier this evening I STEPPED ON RAT GUTS. WITH SLIPPERS. gross gross gross poor rat)
I am thankful for the many friends who blessed me with such joy and laughter, and company and whatnots. Truly am. I didn't do much this birthday but BAM my friends did so much I feel so so so so blessed I can't contain it. But my post for my friends will come another day. Zen moment: I pray that the people I've hurt ... and the people who've hurt me ..... are doing fine. It'll be so wonderful if they're happy. I think I'll be warm and fuzzy from the happy they feel too. Like the feeling I get when the people I love are happy because I squirm with happy. But I'm really not being zen I really wish they're happy. It's infectious I tell you, happiness is.
God is good. I should start writing again. My brain is saturated with politics and theories. I don't think its very healthy. I don't want to become boring!!! NOOO
I am thankful for the wonderful medium of language, where words can dance across the page to reveal the rawest of emotions, the most vulnerable of hearts, where feelings burst their banks out of the fabled metaphorical "walls" that so many people speak of, and spill all across the yellowed paper, like roadkilled rat guts spewed out on the road. (because earlier this evening I STEPPED ON RAT GUTS. WITH SLIPPERS. gross gross gross poor rat)
I am thankful for the many friends who blessed me with such joy and laughter, and company and whatnots. Truly am. I didn't do much this birthday but BAM my friends did so much I feel so so so so blessed I can't contain it. But my post for my friends will come another day. Zen moment: I pray that the people I've hurt ... and the people who've hurt me ..... are doing fine. It'll be so wonderful if they're happy. I think I'll be warm and fuzzy from the happy they feel too. Like the feeling I get when the people I love are happy because I squirm with happy. But I'm really not being zen I really wish they're happy. It's infectious I tell you, happiness is.
God is good. I should start writing again. My brain is saturated with politics and theories. I don't think its very healthy. I don't want to become boring!!! NOOO