I adore people
Even as I hate them
I still adore them
Which is why I can’t hate them
I can be opposed to what they are saying, doing, being
But I can’t be opposed to the spirit of God that they carrry within themselves
Even if they don’t care to see it
Even if they turn it away at each chance
At each turn
Who am I to judge?
Really!!!
Right??
So what makes you my adorations or my true friends?
Adorations. I understand you
Friends. You anderstand me too (get it..)
So stoned
Maybe you do understand me
I don’t need criticism
I don’t need much correction really
I just need to know you understand me
That’s all a true friend is
Not a bank account
Not companionship, although that is an added benefit
Not a lifesaver in as much that they just offer love
Offer me love
I’ll always take it!!!!
(I promise, promise)
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Friday, March 16, 2018
All a fallacy
ugghhh
I’ve been writing since I can remember. I feel in love with reading in 3rd grade thanks to Mr. Schaffer and soon thereafter writing.
I came back to writing voraciously within the last year. I have 3 blogs and a Medium profile I write on as well. The only people that generally read my blogs I’ve noted are other writers. Which is horrendous.
Why?
Because they feel compelled to write based of things I wrote. It’s my own fault. I put it out into the world for all to see and judge. I should consider it a compliment that I inspire them to write off of something I said but truthfully I find it tedious and droll.
I recognize I do the same thing they do; which is talk in absolutes as if I knew everything. The thing is that I am the first to admit that I know nothing more than what I think I know and that is rudimentary and base at best.
I have the answers to my own life and nothing else. I ventured away from this blog to expand my viewership and write about topics that are not spiritual in nature.
I forget the digital world is a heartless bitch of a place. Even the support one gets is based in a virtual world, not necessarily tangible or even real.
I need a break.
I’m disgusted by other writers trying to make a living by tearing others apart or playing off of others thoughts, specifically here MINE. Live with yourselves. I don’t have to care. I really don’t. Yea. Stopping now.
I’ve been writing since I can remember. I feel in love with reading in 3rd grade thanks to Mr. Schaffer and soon thereafter writing.
I came back to writing voraciously within the last year. I have 3 blogs and a Medium profile I write on as well. The only people that generally read my blogs I’ve noted are other writers. Which is horrendous.
Why?
Because they feel compelled to write based of things I wrote. It’s my own fault. I put it out into the world for all to see and judge. I should consider it a compliment that I inspire them to write off of something I said but truthfully I find it tedious and droll.
I recognize I do the same thing they do; which is talk in absolutes as if I knew everything. The thing is that I am the first to admit that I know nothing more than what I think I know and that is rudimentary and base at best.
I have the answers to my own life and nothing else. I ventured away from this blog to expand my viewership and write about topics that are not spiritual in nature.
I forget the digital world is a heartless bitch of a place. Even the support one gets is based in a virtual world, not necessarily tangible or even real.
I need a break.
I’m disgusted by other writers trying to make a living by tearing others apart or playing off of others thoughts, specifically here MINE. Live with yourselves. I don’t have to care. I really don’t. Yea. Stopping now.
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