you don’t truly love yourself until you receive the approval from subconscious to justify your actions enough to believe in yourself, you need to love yourself in order to free your mind, you’re then free to live life like the real you and not waste time trying to be something you’re not. Hate to use the onion metaphor, but the path towards self-actualization comes in layers much like an onion, every few years you understand life a little more than the last three. Eventually you reach the core.. (The center of the onion) and life gets boring because there’s nothing left to learn.. Then you accept death and move on to the next onion if reincarnation exists, but either way, your dead onion body falls to the ground, disengrates Into a minerals to enrich the soil, and feeds the next generation of onion babies that may carry on your characteristics (pungent, huge, tiny) and some traits don’t transfer, it’s just the luck of the draw.. So I think that the only reason some people come to terms with death and die in peace is because believing they lived to the point where they understood life and were in touch with the universe as well as the spiritual world knew that this isn’t the end. Your life doesn’t end the day you take your last breathe. You live on through your actions and the people you knew in your lifetime, you live on through every life you changed and contribution you made to society. So the meaning of life is to make a difference and you live on forever. That’s immortality.
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
Last night in my dream I was on the coast of Long Island on a boardwalk with all sorts of attractions and I’m finding tons of money all over, so I pocket it, and I go to walk down by the beach during a sunset. I get closer to the water enough to get my feet wet and for some reason the harder I try to walk out of the water the deeper I’m pulled in. Soo I immediately pull my money and my phone out of my pockets above my head to make sure they didn’t get wet but then I realized that by protecting these two symbolic elements I’m actually going to drown because with my hands full I can’t swim.. I remember looking up into my hand and oddly enough some of the money was opaque colorful funny-money coins like you used in elementary school when learning how to count money. So anyways, I let go of these two materialistic things and swam to chore happy to be alive appreciating it more than I ever had before.