There is no need to withdraw any longer. I always ask myself, “Why did they leave me?” They left because it was time for them to depart from me. It was time for me to depart from them. Purpose. They no longer served mine, as I no longer server theirs. Lack of purpose A mutual rescission. Growth is the most important type of growth. A hand that gives and takes. Sometimes it may seem it takes too long, but the hand is never late. Fate is always on time for you and I. To be completely transparent, I did not want them around, nor in my life any longer. They were all dead weight; complaining, nagging, and moaning albatrosses. Dead fucking weight. Bleeding dead weight. What a waste of a human life. At least it’s theirs and not mine. Imagine living through their fucked up, delusional, non-sensical bullshit of a life. All of that self-hatred focused upon yourself, and the people pleasing mentality, you would succumb to and endure throughout the rest of your life. Fuck that! Now I know why they self-medicate and alter their consciousness on a daily basis. It is simply a means to survive within a life they no longer want to live, as they never could find any meaningful purpose within it. When you hear one of them complaining about complaining, this is how these others will reveal themselves to you. If life is something you find yourself want to escape from, you are more than likely living it wrong.
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One Morning
I understand the phrase very personally. Death is with us from the moment we are brought into this world, to the moment it decides to take us with her to the other side. Being human is nothing but death on a daily basis. I have learned within my life, no one can make a difference; the difference makes you. You wake up one morning looking at the years of your life, which have escaped from you. You come to the realization that you are the only thing which has changed, or is different. When you see the world through the true eyes of neglect, only then can you experience the rawness from within the solitude of the nothing.
The Splinter of Winter
Above and Below Within and Without
You must fully understand what you are dealing with mentally, as you must also dissect and understand what you are personally going through spiritually. You can think until your thoughts run themselves rampant within your mind, or you can decide to take action within your life; creating the much-needed foundation for you to once again build upon. You may find yourself never receiving the external type of help you may think you need, in order to build this foundation of permanence. All of the tools you need are already at your disposal. Nature will only provide for you what you need, only when the time arrives for these provisions to be utilized. You are just as much a part of nature as the trees, birds, the winds, flowers, and the Sun shining upon you and your fragmented life. Nature will only allow the rains to fall upon its Earth, when its birds and flowers need to drink of her eternal nourishment. Nature will only destroy, in order to birth herself once again. She will birth herself in her pure, undeniable image, within the pure, undeniable likeness of her mirror. Inner strength, foresight, and knowing, is needed in order for this rebirth to take form. One cannot maintain a past thought process, while venturing into a new way of life, just as one cannot be who they once were, when seeing the world through a newly created sight within their newly formed mind. When maintaining a previous thought process, while moving forward within an ascending rebirth, you will only guide yourself back to the past, and that in which you are trying to ascend from. This movement forward must be approached in a way which is pure, truthful, and without hesitation. Non-action is the worst kind of action one could embrace, as this habit of waiting for something to happen is deviant within its internal beliefs. This is a display of laziness within the psyche, soul, and the body energy field. Your inertia is holding you back; chained to beliefs, ways, and ideologies, which will continue to maintain their punishments upon you and your life. Be honest within self-inventory, of what does not work for you. Instead of forcing this non-working action to become productive, approach yourself and your new disposition, in a way you can better understand yourself. If you lack the fundamental capacity to understand your thought process; how do you expect to attain the capacity needed, in order to understand anything which occurs within the external world around you? This is the way of nature; above and below, within and without.
The Remedy They Have Sought
This is exactly how they will know me; associating that specific type of pain, anger, and hostility towards me when I am in their sights. This is what my presence conjures within the others, when they feel the presence of my body energy field. I am the raw truth, which the others have sought within their ignorantly bred and fed lives. I am the ever present dark reflecting mirror within their begrudging realities. This is why their inner pain, anger, and hostility, become surfaced within my presence. I am the remedy they have sought, as their disease will not allow for a specific type of healing to take place. This is the way of the herd mentality; the circular path the sheeple walk upon. Their blinders hinder their sights; never allowing them to see what else exists beyond their imagination. I am what exists beyond the imagination. I am the truth; the hardest truth to face.
FTW
I was standing in line for the cashier at the hardware store waiting to check out. I could see the gray-haired older man, whom was in line in front of me; outside in front of the store, struggling with his bicycle cart. His bicycle cart was somewhat reminiscent of a rickshaw, in the Orient. Instead of using the bicycle to transport travelers from one destination to the next, this man had his entire life within the back of his three-wheeled bicycle cart, umbrellas and all. I watched and listened to this man, as he was cussing at the tire, and the cart which it was supposed to be attached to. This is when I noticed the jailhouse tattoo on his left shoulder: FTW (fuck the world). This FTW tattoo, covered the entire top part of his hairy, wife beater t-shirt wearing, sunburned shoulder. I could tell the tattoo was done with a shaky hand, as the outline went from thick to thin, and back to thick, within each letter, which comprised the eloquent: FTW. It was not bad quality for India ink, and a G string from a guitar, as it was probably the best that type of quality could provide, given the circumstances. As I watched this grey-haired older man, continuously struggle to change one of the back tires of his cart, I could still hear this man cussing from inside of the hardware store. I could not help but think; I guess he didn’t fuck the world, the world fucked him. Life has a way of doing that.
