so it's been four years huh?
wow.
fucking wow.
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my life is my message. -gandhi
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3 comments:
well that was a tear jerker... goodness
so in church today i was a terrible audience- or maybe not. anyway i just want to tell you that perhaps in attaching so much of your identity to these huge significant events in your life(mostly surrounding your death card thank you number 13)you are having a hard time finding equally signifigant events by/through which to define yourself. i certainly dont mean to suggest that you are skimping on the small stuff. i do mean that the major events which shape your life have been so dramatic and all encompassing that other events which may be equally signifigant are overshadowed.
maybe its somehwere in between the small delights and the awesome epiphanies- somewhere in that mediocrity?
so in saying this, i just want to reassure you that you will not die after you write your book and make your peace. you may pass on...to another sector of your livelihood, but what has passed is really a passing on of information from you. sharing rather than death; immortality in a sense.
the part of you that you send forth in your book(s) may change and or fade bc you have essentially offered up the burden of your soul to the world. rather than clinging to your experiences you are sharing them and thus honoring them exponentially. truly transforming your burden into a gift. (which is consistent with your own belief)
you may feel loss but that is part of it- yeah!?
your identity will not suffer or falter, rather you may catch up with that slippery, elusive partner: ego, or at least fuse with fragments and spirits of egos.
and if what you say is true that you will write it for you then you can't fear rejection. your worth is not defined by this book or the opinions garnered by readers- you know this: you establish your own value;worth...as only you can.
what do you have to loose? fuse with your twin cole. you deserve to be whole:)
NO MORE EXCUSES. WHO ARE YOU KIDDING ANYWAY?!
SPEAKING OF EXCUSES MY FAVORITE ONE: "you cant force these things"
may i suggest that you are instead using force to prevent "these things"?
i almost forgot the best part- isnt there a chance that in gifting yourself to the world your "master" might take the bait?
xx- emily dickinson
hahahaa
heady heady feedback. much much appreciated. thanks spi :)
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