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.
Lovers in swan shaped boats paddle along the canal. The late afternoon sun shimmers on the surface. Hordes of people wander the banks in various states of undress. They walk dogs and hold hands and hurriedly eat ice cream before it drips down the cone. Simple pleasures cure the lives we lead.
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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