There is a little light in the heart
30 W light bulb
This one will burn out too
And for a new one, go down to Hell…
“She writes to me abominably, deliberately touching me! What did I do to her? Or pretends that I’m not there! Although I am nothing bad to her, never anything! Why? – I ask out loud with righteous indignation in my voice, although in reality the question deep down sounds very quiet, timid and completely different “what is wrong with me if this is happening?” Of course, there is no answer and there will not be, because their arguments are unlikely to be sufficient for my consent to do this to me.
Time passes, I say, I forgave and forgot everything a long time ago. And of course, that’s exactly what I think and maybe even feel at this moment. But it is worth getting into a slightly uncomfortable situation with the same person, how something inside turns over in an instant and when you stop to dig, you can see that it all lives and survives, even though it is dusty nearby.
It is amazing what and how this forgiveness is regulated internally. If they apologize to me, it’s a little easier, although not always because at that moment I supposedly forgive (I’m not a beast), and then, under appropriate circumstances, everything starts in a new circle. And everything spins faster and prevents moving forward, when it becomes mega important to understand other people’s motives.
It can hardly be considered that I have forgiven if I say that I do not hold a grudge against a person, choosing at the same time to bypass him by the tenth road. Of course, I am talking about the situation when there is no contact and my offense is my personal difficulty.
Very definitely, I want to catch up somewhere there that I haven’t caught up here, but as a result of the attempts, the hole falls a little with a cannon, moss and something else, it looks like nothing, but when you step on it, it is obvious that you will have to fall with a whistle.
And it is not the worst option when I start to rush between what a person has done to me good and what is bad in an attempt to neutralize each other, and do not start to make him the greatest universal evil on legs or start again. This is how the illusion of choice arises, after all, it is no longer powerlessness, but what kind of responsibility …
There are so many interesting things with you
It is not crowded at all
Without areas of railway stations, stations
Without all these civilizations
It’s worse when my anger is strongly inspired by all sorts of reasonable-sounding phrases like all people are different and everyone has the right to do as they want, then I have the right to consider them goats a priori or to justify their goat-like actions in my opinion with the sad circumstances of their goat-like lives, but unfortunately what on the Inspection will not have a beneficial effect on my goat’s well-being. And for an encore, the idea of how I do it with others suddenly comes up.
– Do you have people who, being, for example, caring, gentle and beautiful in every way, annoy you terribly?
– So.
– Can you explain to yourself all their beauty and sincerely “love” them?
– I can only explain… I thought. And to tell myself that all people have gathered here on the planet absolutely not to please me, even if I think that I am behaving well or at least socially adequately. Maybe I myself have to be a goat in relation to them (as they are used to) or not be at all, because there is no place for me in their world. The question is, why am I trying with such strength and energy to get into a place where it is tight without me. Where did I have such a hidden hidden conviction that I needed to go there? Why? They didn’t ask me to treat it (and I don’t consciously have such an idea), to find out how defectives are arranged – it is necessary for my brain to become the same way (God forbid), what then? It turned out that the answer was from a beautiful childhood – where it is difficult to break through, there mm… GOOD. Not recognizing exactly what is good and for whom, overcoming crazy obstacles and exhausted from insults and the “need for forgiveness”, I broke through the thorn, although not to the stars, but to something else, which, upon closer examination, is called the same.
We were strangely close to each other
After taking one potion with poison
Now we accept whiskey
And thoughts got mixed up in my head
By choosing to injure myself, albeit unconsciously, I also saw another side of myself, how if I fail to get into the desired place, I end the relationship altogether, even if the reality of others and mine are completely different. Some people and some situations don’t need to be forgiven, you don’t need to understand, you don’t need anything. Just stop having them, providing them, living in them. It is enough to note the past presence. That this is some kind of border marker that reminds me that I have come to the edge of where, as I want, intersects with as I don’t want, and that means I have to leave, so as not to get dirty and not even to smell… Leave everything alone without analysis, remembering a beautiful mudra the phrase that happiness is when people who do not suit us and do not suit us. And I, I am normal, even if conditionally)) the main thing is that I am among those who are close to me and who really, clearly, visibly, sensually and still know how accepts me.
We don’t need anything else
Whiskey makes you spin, spin, spin
I don’t feel cramped here with you anymore
And the bucket in the sky fell into place
