To Herself

Let Death Make Us The Best People We Can Be

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Today is a bonus.

How differently will I live if I were only given a day? How will my perspective change?

I love life, sure, but I can’t hold it by the hand. It ebbs and flows through time. The universe will remain.. God is eternal.

The thought crossed my mind as a kid. The world is old. It’s been here for a very long time and will remain even when my time is over. Many generations have passed. Millions have crossed it. A thousand may have sat on this exact spot where I am, at this hour of day.

Where are they now? Are they dancing and swirling in the vast space though I can’t see them?

It’s easy to imagine that when people don’t inhabit a form; or contents of our life disintegrate and we become just one tiny particle (could that be true?).

Or maybe we get dissolved into the universe completely– becoming one with it.

Disintegrate.

Dissolved into space.

Imagine that about other people.

Imagine that about myself.

So, how would I live today?

To Herself

Do Not Perform For Them

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I have been like this- showcasing accomplishments to other people and coming up with stories by stringing together events of the past.

While these stories are true, my motivation is wrong.

I craved and desired attention, projecting this image of myself I’d like people to hold about me.

For what?

Does it add to my self-worth? Does praise come with love?
Affection?
Friendship?
If not, what does?

Suppose from hereon I listen and connect with people; why will I do that?

Is it out of need or out of love?

I believe if love leads the way, the need, whatever it is, will somehow be fulfilled. But the risk is that I’ll be putting some weight on expectations.

So..

Listen, connect.
Do it out of love..
And hold no expectations.