i have been thinking about that tonight… in these overnight hours when i can not sleep though i desperately wish to sleep… that’s all i want… sleep.
Nobody here is perfect… says the song
i am trying to see the imperfections as history rather than flaws. i am trying to practice acceptance of my cracks and those in people with whom i share my path. i am trying to see value in all of it for what it is now – without fretting over how it was or should be or could be, and yet? Tonight i am absolutely sad… weighed down with a sadness that i cannot quite comprehend.
i am weary, i suspect. There is nothing about today that was terrible… nothing that i can point to and say, “There… right there… that made bat sad” but here i sit when i should be laying in my bed.
So, i journal and blog and try to see suffering for what it is… nothing more and nothing less.
But fuck… that is so much easier said than done.
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