Working at a job you don’t like is kinda like eating ramen: yeah, it fills you up and it tastes okay, but it has no nutritional value and it’s definitely not what you envisioned yourself eating for dinner.
Child, PLEASE!
It’s been a while. I need to get back to the mayhem. Now that I will be partially working for the man and partially working for myself, hopefully my mood will improve. I know, I know, I KNOW! If I was a “real” writer, my inclination to produce powerful prose (check, that alliteration, s0n) would not tie itself into my emotions. But, it does. I guess that makes me a fake writer, and strangely, I’m okay with that.
Have a nice day! :D
DEAD Sooner or Later
I don’t know why I spend so much time worrying about what my body needs and not what my SELF/I AM needs. Why care about food, housing, money, etc? These things fade along with your body. My body is going to die sooner or later, so why place so much emphasis on what it needs? I need to learn to focus on catering to my SELF/I AM because that is what will transcend death. I’d rather my SELF/I AM radiate, deeming the body transparent. Then, I can go to glory.
It’s the SELF/I AM/Spiritman that wants to serve the Almighty/Creator because there is a direct link. Its the body, the house, the car—basically the SHELL of who we are—that creates the static.
We can move past it though. Learning and growing, still.
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