Six Thoughts
Six Thoughts
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1.
And in the end you’re always different than you were before. Experience shapes you like clay. But it’s always the same clay. There is something that’s always you, but the shape of you changes.
2.
I always ask myself what it is I’m lacking when I become consumed by comparison. What do they perceptibly have that I don’t? It’s almost always presence, focus, contentedness. Any maybe they don’t have those things either, but I know I don’t in these moments.
3.
I wish my brain didn’t always automatically take the blame. Assume that someone else’s discomfort is my fault. But it does this. And I often neglect what my heart needs to ensure the comfort of another’s. And you know, I love this about myself, but it also makes the road a challenging one. It can mean that I’m standing in a place I’ve always dreamed of and still be unhappy, because there is someone I care about unhappy, and I cannot accept my own if they don’t have it, too.
4.
A witchy friend told me the goddess Nyx was watching over me. She said this after I told her I keep finding spiders traversing my body. And I want to live in a world where that is true, where there is still magic, where everything has a meaning. Even if it turns out not to be true, I want to be a person who believes.
5.
When I’m tired I am consumed by the idea that I’m failing. When I’m rested there is a sense that I’m doing something right. Proof again, as always, that those who dream can never fail.
6.
I dreamed the other night that I was one of the old Gods, that I had possessed a mortal man’s body, and forced myself to forget. Some of the other Gods found me, eventually, after years of hiding away. And they said I had to stop. They said I had to stop because I had stolen this man’s life.