And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
Before taking the metro home I stop in the patisserie. The woman working doesn’t even need to ask. She remembers. She passes me a small black coffee and a baguette with a smile. I give a larger tip than I can afford. I hear the train leave the station. I shrug.
real love sees no distinction between self and other.
ReplyDelete....now i kind of hate myself for saying that. lol.
ReplyDeletewell just love the stars or a squirrel or something and bingo. there goes your self loathing.
Deleteself-loathing is a form of love.
Delete'If you have chosen love, then you have chosen hate. The other is intrinsic in it; it is hidden there. And one who chooses love will suffer, because then he will hate - and when he comes to hate he will suffer. Do not choose, be in the middle.'
ReplyDelete'When mind ceases, then a different love happens. But that love has no opposite to it. When mind ceases, really, whatsoever happens has no opposite to it.'
ReplyDeletei keep coming back to these.
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