It seems that no one is fine. Take the time to peel a few layers, and you will find true sadness. Victims of cycles, victims of life, victims of wrong, victims of right, victims of anything, and all the above, victims of hate, victims of love.
Blame is trying to steal the rest of your life. It hasn’t, still doesn’t, and will never work. The problem is not the job, the circumstances, the people, the money, or the past.
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June. There’s a crack in the sky and a light from on high. Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth. My supernatural radio. I can hear the angels singing along.
Nothing signals a sick self or environment more than a ban on questioning. We resist appropriate questioning of ourselves or others because it threatens power. It adds the resistance of “why” to a well-worn path of least resistance.
Heartbreak is the national anthem. Break up, break free, break through, break down. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes. Good girls, hopeful they’ll be, and long they will wait. Flesh and blood amongst war machines. The stakes are high, the waters rough.
An untrained mind can accomplish nothing. If you are sulky, or surly, or cynical, or depressed, or superior, or frightened half out of your wits, your life cannot possibly be worth living.
