It sounds like a long month. As westerners we don’t have what it takes to abandon ourselves to something bigger like that. Tell one of us to give up all forms of entertainment on top of fasting on top of government restrictions Good luck. He’s one of the toughest motherfuckers I know because his mind is clear. Sharp. He knows his purpose. He lives his life for love.
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.
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