Nothing in particular going on another than the sun’s finally out. Just sitting here waiting for my stomach to start hurting from the medicine I took this morning. I don’t mean to be such a “Debbie Downer”, but life just makes me this way. You see I don’t believe in hyping myself up, because it never worked. I learned to take life as it is both the good and the bad. Maybe that’s not the optimal way to live, but it works for me.
The world is full of wonder and beauty, but we often let our self-hatred and anger cloud our perception. We listen to our own destructive self-dialog without any self-compassion or empathy, which in turn burns away at any chance of happiness. That’s why I am a realist. I’ve learned to accept the good and the bad within myself, being mindful of the balance, and listening compassionately to my true emotions.
All this may seem a little silly to self-hype gurus, but it’s the one thing that has consistently brought me peace. Looking out my window I see the wind cut across the garden. The is Calico lying next to me keeping warm. I may live without a lot of the “necessities” of life, but I survive. I may not have achieved a lot of the dreams I set for myself, but I am content. Content with the idea that I know who I am and that I am aware of the things I need to improve. But most importantly, I am at peace with myself which is the most important thing of all.