2015/05/25

sol

i was alone, driving cautiously through the hilly and winding roads along the north-western border, and it was then  i finally met solitude. and death. we can accept the isolation of the self and the finality of death, that life is a process of dying alone.

it was there i was re-taught the virtues of mindfulness of the self and one's isolated connection with others. 

i felt solitude then. i have forgotten. taken for granted with the world's attachments, like weeds that cling painfully to almost barren soils, solitude left me struggling, that living is the process of dying fully.







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there it was, in the shadows, lurking - a feeling of dread, discomfort, stress, agitation. and often times you pay a great deal of your life to suppress or deny its very being persisting inside of you

be kinder to yourself. 

one step at a time, you'll then find clarity, relief, comfort, vitality in your quest to save the world.



2015/05/24

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you hear honest words that hurt. you were off-guard. defensive. lost.

it is when words penetrate most that you realise you need to be better. detachment. passion. calmness. self-awareness. confidence. assertiveness. 

love. 

life.

how did you come to this point losing what matters most in living.