Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
And the drugs they just add to the pain
I must turn this pain into something positive. I must not let people see me fall I must not fall again. I must keep my composure. I must forget that he ever existed.
Heartbreak is a part of life and I must persevere. I must accept that love does not last forever. Nothing last forever, not even life.
Heartbreak is a part of life and I must persevere. I must accept that love does not last forever. Nothing last forever, not even life.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Psychadelic Mess
These past 3 years have been stressful, heartbreaking, degrading yes degrading, etc. How do I describe this heartbreak without being cliche. Oh, my first true love dumped me right after my dog got hit by a car. Has that happened to anyone else or just me? Probably just me. But I'm taking this blessing in disguise as a sign from GOD/DOG? Whatever, instead of crying again over this loser, I'm feeling very inspired. I have finally reached my breaking point with this fool. Instead of being angry and spitting out fire I'm walking away. I'm rather proud of myself. So I must stay strong and the Tao Te Ching has been rather inspiring. I don't know a thing about Tao Te Ching, but the scriptures or whatever they are called are interesting and thought provoking...Here is one on Mystery to guide me on this new venture of living life for meeeeeeeeeeee and no one else.
Looked at but cannot be seen - it is beneath form;
Listened to but cannot be heard - it is beneath sound;
Held but cannot be touched - it is beneath feeling;
These depthless things evade definition,
And blend into a single mystery.
In its rising there is no light,
In its falling there is no darkness,
A continuous thread beyond description,
Lining what does not exist;
Its form formless,
Its image nothing,
Its name silence;
Follow it, it has no back,
Meet it, it has no face.
Attend the present to deal with the past;
Thus you grasp the continuity of the Way,
Which is its essence.
Looked at but cannot be seen - it is beneath form;
Listened to but cannot be heard - it is beneath sound;
Held but cannot be touched - it is beneath feeling;
These depthless things evade definition,
And blend into a single mystery.
In its rising there is no light,
In its falling there is no darkness,
A continuous thread beyond description,
Lining what does not exist;
Its form formless,
Its image nothing,
Its name silence;
Follow it, it has no back,
Meet it, it has no face.
Attend the present to deal with the past;
Thus you grasp the continuity of the Way,
Which is its essence.
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