9. aphorisms
I’m a speck of experience in the long continuum of humans.
I’m a speck of history.
And so are you.
All of you are a speck of history.
All of you are a speck of this universe
That makes up the entirety of the universe
The only thing holding you back from being the best version of you
Is this worser version of you that you claim to be
My god is a woman
Because I am a woman
My god is a man
Because I am a woman
I always wanna know what peoples dark side is.
The light is so easy to see but the dark,
I have to work to know it.
People pour out onto me.
I dig so deep within them
Exhausts me
Enlivens them
They take my energy
I’m left with none
All the love our mother’s give us
when we’re adults
And no longer in need of our mother’s
love,
Could never make up for all the love that could’ve been given to us
When we were kids
in need of our mother’s love.
Did anyone else’s parents make it seem like we’d never grow to use curse words
As if there would be a curse put on us if we cursed
For the rest of our lives
How much does it change the perception you have of yourself, if you think of your god as the best version of you?
Because that’s who god is - they’re you. But not this you, the best you.
Your god is who you strive for. You keep faith in the fact that eventually you’ll love yourself immensely.
Who you think you are = whatever you want to be.
I don’t want to judge peoples goodness and badness
(unless they ask me to because then I will)
I want to judge them based on how much they enjoy being themselves
I’ve never been good at the woo of love
You know
the wooing of a lover
You live your “best life”
When you love being you the most you possibly can
And it’s okay if you don’t always love your life the most you possibly can
As long as you’re striving for it
And not giving up on it
No amount of love is useful if it isn’t used at the right time.