YOU ARE NOT…
You are not a horrible person.
You are not insane or crazy or stupid.
You are not ugly. You are not disgusting. You are not trash.
You are not what he did, or what they said, or how she felt.
You are not a number on a scale.
You are not weak when you are vulnerable.
You are not a grade inked on a sheet of paper.
You are not a coward because you have fears. We all have fears.
You are not a lost cause just because you are still searching.
You are not foolish because you care so deeply about things most people don’t take the time to notice.
You are not unworthy because of your past or the mistakes you made.
You are not doomed to misery no matter what your doubts scream in your ears.
You are not hopeless just because you fall and fail.
You are not insignificant. You are not invisible. You are not inadequate even though you don’t measure to the world’s standards of success.
You are not damaged beyond repair even after all these years.
You are not the sins of another or the tragedy of others.
You are not limited to how you grew up or who you loved.
You are not the mistakes or expectations of your parents. Or anyone for that matter.
You are not defeated even though you are wounded.
You are not silly. Your dreams belong to you. They are not silly.
You are not empty. There is light, and art, and love in you.
You are not the only one who feels the way you do, sees the world with dreamy eyes, or hopes that it truly does get better.
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
You are never alone.
We will find each other. You will find me, and I will find you. I truly believe somehow we will all find the people we need in this world. We will meet, and it will be a beautiful day when I finally see your smile and the light of joy and peace in your eyes.
Until then remember these words and remember that I mean every single one.
People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
Any Tarot Experts Out There?
A couple days ago, I set out on a nature adventure and came across a random playing card on the ground. Upon picking it up I saw that it was the 7 of spades. As I don’t believe in random coincidence, I feel like this card is supposed to mean something significant to me at this moment. Can anyone tell me what this card translates to in the tarot deck?
I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm
Benedict Smith (via leteti)
Ahhh…but isn’t this the truth.
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
In the seen, there is only the seen,
in the heard, there is only the heard,
in the sensed, there is only the sensed,
in the cognized, there is only the cognized.
Thus you should see that
indeed there is no thing here;
this, Bahiya, is how you should train yourself.
Since, Bahiya, there is for you
in the seen, only the seen,
in the heard, only the heard,
in the sensed, only the sensed,
in the cognized, only the cognized,
and you see that there is no thing here,
you will therefore see that
indeed there is no thing there.
As you see that there is no thing there,
you will see that
you are therefore located neither in the world of this,
nor in the world of that,
nor in any place
betwixt the two.
This alone is the end of suffering.
Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque.
What is liberation?
It is to be free of personal identity.
It is to be free from the hypnosis of conditioning;
to be free from the magnetic influence and compulsiveness of the psychological mind. It is to recognise that you are not an object, that this body is an inadequate representation of being, and is only a vessel through which consciousness and the vital force act in their portrayal called ‘life’.
As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is AUTHENTICITY.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it RESPECT.
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it MATURITY.
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it SELF-CONFIDENCE.
As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it SIMPLICITY.
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is LOVE OF ONESELF.
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is MODESTY.
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it FULFILLMENT.
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection WISDOM OF THE HEART.
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know THAT IS LIFE.
Before I knew the inside of your soul, I had never truly felt the feeling of missing something so badly that it ached and radiated from the center of my being. But now that you’ve come and gone and yet still keep fluttering along the edges of my life, it stings and burns and I’m helpless to its pain. Its mostly at night when I feel it, missing the soft, yellow fire of your skin grazing and pulling and pulsing against mine, the way your brambly lamb’s beard scratches and tickles my nose when you sweep your arms around me quick and draw me close, entwining every single part of our bodies until it is impossible to tell where your body ends and mine begins. I think about how I’d like to share so many things with you during every single day because I know how much you’d laugh or enjoy them…but I refrain, because the other side of loving you is leaving you to yourself. Leaving you alone, letting you go. You must be free.