Life and pain, the opposites of existence
Pain, the reminder of mortality
Life, the source of joy and beauty
Life and pain, the opposites of existence
Pain, the reminder of mortality
Life, the source of joy and beauty
Me, me, me!
A contemporary slogan.
The subconscious, ‘very consciously’ ordering to hoard:
as much as we can,
as often too,
even forecasting the requirement of such self-benefiting actions
and somehow making everything right to achieve such,
ruthlessly adamant in its resolve.
Just look around.
Yeah, me too, also hoarding.
Why?
Is it for security and survival? Is it out of fear? Is out of hedonism?
Manic hoarding? Creative hoarding? Instinctual hoarding? … ???
Hoarding is a ‘feasting’ while the possibility exists, regardless (most are unaware of any impact during the quixotic rush) as long as the feast can continue.
It probably is a constitutional right too, wrapped into another layer of words for some clever jurist to unravel.
what you say you are
you are not.
go critique yourself.
(Find who you really are, and who you are not,
and be Criti Cally)
base it on That premise and not on what you say you are.
It's like wearing a garment inside out, for the utter change of it and accompanying perspective and revelation. You should never have to do it you should only want to do it. Have a look at the 'what' and 'who' now.
I see you
I want to believe you
How can I be certain of you?
You have no zip I can open (to check)
So please show me your genuine heart
Else go away
a thousand memories
a million things to do
dreams bring forevermore
Surprises are the gala events of life Unannounced they seize Naked valence guides our action