trying to be positive

I am healthy, my children are healthy, my pets are healthy. I am grateful for that and the good we DO have. Our blessings are each other.

I am a good person even if I make mistakes.

I try very hard, often investing too much of myself. That’s okay because I am like that and give 110% to people I care for, my job, love…

I see all the sadness around me and I’m lucky that I’m not so poor, that I need to beg, or so sad that I think of death, or so sick that people isolate me.

I have all my limbs and aa great skin. I am so loved by my family and pets.

I am very grateful… how can I be down?

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of lies yet again

Why am I so astounded and hurt when people lie to me? I should know by now, surely.

Maybe I hope in my heart people can be good. Then I disappoint myself because good people are just rare…

worth

The purpose of life is love. Love proves worth. I want to be worth more. Not being greedy. Not being needy. Just wanting to be loved.

hope

We always have hope. I’m asking the Source to please hear me. Give me a good job, give me peace, give me happiness. I don’t want to just hope. I want it now. I deserve it!

day by day

Everyday the same, but not if you know what I mean

Continuous but motionless, nonsensical dream

Plod, do, polite

No nothing, no fight

Take my heart out of its protective casing

Give me joy, hope… please…

Something amazing…

love and other drugs

There’s a conspiracy I’ve not noticed before now. It’s called love.

It caught me surprise and has me prisoner.

During my incarceration I’ve learned so much about myself. I’m a constant student of the multiverse and I’m grateful to the Source for the magnificent gifts of love. I treasure it all, even that love which I’ve lost.

I’m addicted to love the way a drug addict is addicted to heroine… I know it may end me, but I am drawn.

My purpose is to serve out this sentence, love even more and accept the love given.

Parole is not what I want.

Peace and contentment is my high, affection is that feel good tingle and two souls becoming singular yet remaining separate is the vision.

Yes… I love this prison. It’s addictive.