fold, unfold
Watched a film today. Suddenly realised how in films it's something to fix, when a person likes being alone, wants to be alone. Usually they get unannounced visits by people until this annoying persistence melts their icy exterior. In the end, the character loosens up and becomes like the rest of them, and wants to be around other people from then on. They are fixed, their unnatural inclination towards being alone is fixed and all is well with the world.
Just something I noticed. I'd be offended if I could. People seem to be threatened if someone wants and needs to be alone, I see it in my own life. The pressure is something I could do without. In fact, the past weeks I have been completely alone and it has been refreshing.
Not ready to quit everybody, but if I could without hurting anyone I might. If it's the right thing to do, it will happen. Or not.
Whatever I do is the right thing. Whether I write or not, whether I finish this sentence
Trusting Life comes first, in my script. Trusting all will be dealt with in the most perfect way if I let Life in charge. Bit confused about this at times, should I write, should I write and write and write and write? But then it seems like I shouldn't so I don't and let things take their course. I don't know. sometimes my head gets fogged up and I don't know. this is what happens when I am in contact with people. that part of the script is unfolding into unknown territory.
have nothing to add at the moment. nervous. working stuff out.
Just something I noticed. I'd be offended if I could. People seem to be threatened if someone wants and needs to be alone, I see it in my own life. The pressure is something I could do without. In fact, the past weeks I have been completely alone and it has been refreshing.
Not ready to quit everybody, but if I could without hurting anyone I might. If it's the right thing to do, it will happen. Or not.
Whatever I do is the right thing. Whether I write or not, whether I finish this sentence
Trusting Life comes first, in my script. Trusting all will be dealt with in the most perfect way if I let Life in charge. Bit confused about this at times, should I write, should I write and write and write and write? But then it seems like I shouldn't so I don't and let things take their course. I don't know. sometimes my head gets fogged up and I don't know. this is what happens when I am in contact with people. that part of the script is unfolding into unknown territory.
have nothing to add at the moment. nervous. working stuff out.

1 Comments:
I apologize that I gave you the wrong name of the book! The name is Butteflies Are Free To Fly.
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