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I guess I should be used to hurt by now, I have been hurt a lot of times in my life and somehow I always feel like it is my fault. I do not like to hurt any one's feelings. I have thought a lot in the past couple of days, and I find myself so mysterious. I cannot understand myself. I find myself in a funk, feeling neither good nor bad really. I am not the center of this universe, so why do I think anyone cares? Oh, but I care, says Grace. I want to feel, to feel everything. The brilliant blue topaz of the sky, I want to claim a part for myself .The glorious oranges and different shades of blue, yellow, and red, that make up the sunset. I want to soak them up until they are part of my soul.
A link to the creator.
I see the real world of anger, misunderstandings, criticism, and judgement. I have even been a part of it. Oh, yes, I have shown all my silly opinions and what gain have I ? Has it made me a better person? Does it expand my mind to greater things? Does it make me narrow and unable to see?
Am I seeking my own little space in the quantam leap of time? Who will remember that I loved? Oh, I have so much love to give, but in order to give it, it has to be received.
So here I am with my arms opened wide to give and receive, all the world has to give. I promise to return it.
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