Some rambling

“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

I get up and I have to purposely make it a point to be cheery, happy about what is within my reach ... and most of all, to not let memories seep in and disturb my peace. It takes work to do this everyday and every moment of everyday; but, as someone said, "act as if and it will eventually become truth." And so I see my happiness increase over the smallest of things, a song, a child, a flower even or the birds who sometimes seem like they want to talk to me. All in all, I distribute my peaceful thoughts evenly through the day. And one thing that I am eternally grateful for is the fact that I never have wanted to be like someone else or have what they have ... and that is the start of my daily prayer and to that I add the rest. If I can only be myself, then I have to work at making this the best self that I can envision ... all forward projection ... my gratitude to those who contributed but it's too hard to look back; and the road ahead is very long still and not straight at all ...
If nothing else, I have learned to work on creating the energy frequency that I want to attract--by mere accident, I think sometimes ... the ugly ones in my life are staying away out of their own accord ... and the ones that have remained understand my tune; and the ones that have started to come in are on the desired frequency, or higher ... more and more I understand the phrase "let the dead bury their dead." It's so clear to me. While we're always moving forward, even an infinitesimal amount, there are those who chose to remain stuck in the old ways, clinging to their pain, wallowing in the physical ... love doesn't flourish there ... stagnation leads to dissatisfaction, unfulfillment and even hopelessness ... if something hasn't ever worked, why keep trying to make it work? why settle for crumbs when the banquet is open?
Once we love ourselves with plenitude, we move forward effortlessly ... our heart opens and the old, broken ways seem alien to us and we no longer desire to remain in that which makes us feel lonely and alone ... the fleeting moments of distraction and pleasure cannot buy the satisfaction of the heart.

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