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Inspiration At the moment, I am reading a book called Comfortable With Uncertainty ("108 teachings on cultivating fearlessness and compassion") written by Pema Chodron. There is one particular paragraph that I came across today in this book which provoked a lot of emotion and most of all, the feeling of hope:Inspiration
"How is there going to be less aggression on the planet rather than more? Bring this question down to a personal level: How do I learn to communicate so that the space opens up and both of us begin to touch in to some kind of basic intelligence that we all share? How do I commu
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Tangent - i.e. random thoughts A permanent recovery is of course the optimal outcome. I get tired of repeating the same moods as well as the same mistakes that occur during the shifts, and often not even knowing why. Sometimes it's as if there is no reason, and then I really begin to wonder... what on earth am I doing to myself and why? Interesting cycle. I only just rediscovered my optimism yesterday, the day before I literally had none. I find that interesting and somewhat funny as well, that I can be this way one day and the complete opposite within 24 hours (or as little as 5 minutes), but why? Then it leads to the question of whichTangent - i.e. random thoughts
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Angelic She is a creature of substance intangible to my depth of comprehension; a heavenly bundle, delicate and fragile, yet solidified by stamina. She withstood the pressures of delivery, penetrating into the macrocosm and stating her existence with an exuberant cry. To look upon the state of this newborn is to be educated on the quintessence of natural simplicity, as she is not tainted by material possessions. This high concentration of energy and complex systems is condensed to require only the essentials of basic operational continuance. That is to say, she needs only to be fed and nurtured to acquire contentment. &nAngelic
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Displaced It was the first night that I felt my heart break for a man, the first time my heart shattered so violently that I could feel splinters and shards like glass tearing through my insides. The cuts and gashes of my punctured heart bled through tear ducts on that cold, desolate night. Those crimson tears fell for the man who cradled me in warmth on the day of my admittance to this world, the man who would have my heart from that moment on. This man was my father and this night was that of indefinite departures. "I'll take you to see where he'll be staying tonight," she said, her beautiful faceDisplaced
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