Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
Emily Dickinson (1830-86)i wish i had words to express my hurt, my anger, and my jealousy. i wish i had words to describe what it feels like to be me
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Change is an absolute. Death is but another change. Since we are attached to Life, Death is a Change we fear. If we instead recognize Death as part of the process of Life (for that it is -- a process, not an on/off state), if we accept Death as natural, it will not cause us continual harm.
When we fill our waking moments with Fear, we have no time for Love.
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thats what upsets me. i do not want to be afraid but i am and i cant make myself unafraid.
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try the Dune mantra:
Fear is the little death... I will face my Fear. I will allow it to pass over me and through me. ... and when it is gone, I will remain.
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Maybe you can best express yourself with art at the moment...
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Damn shame I don't have much artistic talent... I have cool pictures in my head but don't know how to get it out on media...
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