I'm just seeing where you lie on the spectrum of things. I'm a wizard at distracting myself. Last night I won third place at a tango competition. Tonight was spent with my lover. But I was at the viewing this afternoon for several hours, remembering Dottie, meeting with friends and people who knew her, and contemplating my own mortality. I know I'm going to be alright, but I feel hollow. And a little guilty that I didn't do more for Dottie while she was still alive. My life feels as though it's at a sort of crossroads.
I do sleep, but when I do it is short and sporadic.
I would congratulate you on your placement in the competition, but I have a feeling that that isn't entirely what you need. I didn't know Dottie very well, until three years ago I didn't allow myself to know anyone. It's strange, though, to think that we can die and be recycled, and that those like you who knew her will meet her again in another form. Those thoughts have never settled well with me, the knowledge that there will always be another lifetime to replace this one. Maybe it is something we aren't suppose to think about...
I don't think I can not think about these topics. I've contemplated about the nature of our Tale-hood for a long while. It's just that Dottie's death has brought it to the forefront and made it close to home. Growing older has also got me thinking of my own death. I think it's a positive thing to be able to face our mortality and our future lives.
Past lives, this life. The past. I'm not sure anymore.
From what I can recall of my past lives, not many have been pleasant. It's not the mortality that frightens me, it's the immortality. The idea that a soul or conscience can repeatedly go through cycles of life and never truly understand peace makes my head spin. When does the cycle end? Why do we keep going? When do we get to sleep?
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Okay. A little reflective. More introspective than usual, but alright. You?
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I'm still the same old me, minus the caffeine. But I'm doing good.
[Neil]
I saw your entry on Dottie. How are you handling it?
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Good for you. Glad to hear. Sleeping better, or are you still having problems there?
[Amelia]
If you listen to Anser and Asher, I'm just flirting around.
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[Neil]
I would like to say that I'm sleeping better. I can't. It's not for a lack of trying, though.
Anser and Asher are good for venting all malice and anger to, at best. Needless to say, I don't listen to them. How are you doing in your own words?
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[Amelia]
You're not sleeping at all?
I'm just seeing where you lie on the spectrum of things. I'm a wizard at distracting myself. Last night I won third place at a tango competition. Tonight was spent with my lover. But I was at the viewing this afternoon for several hours, remembering Dottie, meeting with friends and people who knew her, and contemplating my own mortality. I know I'm going to be alright, but I feel hollow. And a little guilty that I didn't do more for Dottie while she was still alive. My life feels as though it's at a sort of crossroads.
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I do sleep, but when I do it is short and sporadic.
I would congratulate you on your placement in the competition, but I have a feeling that that isn't entirely what you need. I didn't know Dottie very well, until three years ago I didn't allow myself to know anyone. It's strange, though, to think that we can die and be recycled, and that those like you who knew her will meet her again in another form. Those thoughts have never settled well with me, the knowledge that there will always be another lifetime to replace this one. Maybe it is something we aren't suppose to think about...
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I don't think I can not think about these topics. I've contemplated about the nature of our Tale-hood for a long while. It's just that Dottie's death has brought it to the forefront and made it close to home. Growing older has also got me thinking of my own death. I think it's a positive thing to be able to face our mortality and our future lives.
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From what I can recall of my past lives, not many have been pleasant. It's not the mortality that frightens me, it's the immortality. The idea that a soul or conscience can repeatedly go through cycles of life and never truly understand peace makes my head spin. When does the cycle end? Why do we keep going? When do we get to sleep?
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Perhaps our soul rests during the intern, between incarnations?
It sounds like you should focus on finding peace and rest in this life and leave thoughts of immortality alone for a while.
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I hope so.
I think you are right... I'll let you do the pondering. It is what you do best.
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