Most of the people I know, who are content with their lives, have spent some time living with just themselves. It’s nice to get to know the one closest to me and understand who she really is. Then it is also nice to like her in spite of her foibles and love her even when she doesn’t succeed at what she wants to.
In the past, if even one person entered the picture, I was prone to blame my failures on that person, or at least on the presence of another person who was distracting me. Until I can overcome that particular fault of mine, living alone is a much better choice than otherwise. Pointing fingers wastes energy.
This timeline called “My Life” doesn’t appear to be an actual linear thing. It slides around, slipping into this mode, or that one, and offering me a taste of so many different ways of being that sometimes I feel like a visitor in a cosmic buffet where the food is so exquisite I don’t know what to sample next.
And sometimes it offers me the opportunity to curl up into a warm little ball and enjoy my one-ness.
All of it centers around me though and reminds me that until I can accept and love myself without any pressure, or doubts, I will never be able to love you the way you deserve.
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