Blessed2 Posted June 15, 2022 Share Posted June 15, 2022 (edited) I got so much baggage, so much conditioning, so much troubles, so much discord. I am a wreck. There is no way I can ever carry this and fix it. It's way too much. I can't carry it. I can't do it. The self in time and space, the body and mind identity, is a sinking ship. Doomed. It can't fix and save itself, I can't fix and save myself. There is no point. No point in trying anymore. I give up. I am a disgusting, selfish, miserable, smelly pile of poop. Every day is a fight. I just barely get by. So fuck it. I'm too tired to worry about it. Whatever. I let myself to be that horrible, disgusting blob. Might as well just sit here and be that smelly pile of toxic bacteria infested diarrhea. I let source do the job. Might sound like I'm bashing and judging myself, but this is actually super positive. I give up. And it feels way better. Edited June 15, 2022 by Blessed2 Quote Mention Everyone is waiting for eternity but the Shaman asks: "how about today?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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