soaring (2)

I think I am soaring. There seems to be trouble, periodically, just one thing after another, but life just carries on. So, stopping life seems to be impossible, but I would like to try.

I think when I was a kid my thoughts soared and weren’t pulled in as much. It felt like that today. They were soaring but it felt familiar, like it happened many times before, like when I was young. And even more than that, it happened when I was young all the time, just the normal way of thought. Perhaps, it was pre-established ego. Today, I didn’t like something that someone did. Life did not stop, I felt dislike, it may or may not change, I may or may not say something, but meaning while life just flows on. I can say it flows on but that is irrelevant to life because it just flows no matter what is said or done. I continue to get older and patterns keep repeating.

I don’t like something about everyone including myself and, basically, everyone is the same. Most people complain about people behind their backs. It’s normal, an everyday occurrence.

Our magical world that we live in, of nature, from nature, we are nature… it can be amazing. What does that feel like to really know that.. what a wonder that is.

Thanks

Soaring is what thought does, if it’s thought. I don’t really know, nor do I think it really matters. Adding thought is not the key to anything. Just keep going and you don’t need to wait any more.

Bri