You’ll Be Given Love – Bjork

If I could instill anything in my kids it would be to complain less and live more.

Less yakkity-yakking and more putting one foot in front of the other and getting going; so to speak. We all have our trajectory to take.

Soo hypocritical of me to say that as a writer who loves taking thoughts to words. Strange continual juxtapositions. Funny really.

Complaining seems to be a human pastime too… I do indulge in sporadically as well. I can’t deny….even though I truly try not to. It’s easy to get caught up in it if you let yourself. But if taken to far that becomes the narrative instead of letting things be, instead of acceptance, instead of gratitude, instead of happiness.

Seems a bad way to expend mental resources to me; but as I have stated before I do have some pretty epic pity parties ever so often. Sometimes they aren’t even about me and my situation necessarily; they’re about the state of the world and other people suffering in it.

Because no matter what I am going through I recognize that I still have a lot to be grateful for. I recognize it can always be worse and I look for the silver lining…I reach for the stars…even as I lie in the muck sometimes. It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. One day none of what you see and know; none of what you experience as reality will exist. It will all be gone. One day.

This temporary passage we are all on….is neither good nor bad, neither real nor fiction. It is everything and nothing and all in between…. it just is…. and I’m sorry I can’t explain it better than that.

I’m happy to be given love….. I am so truly grateful for that. One day I hope it comes in a soft whisper carrying my name; especially for me. I hope it comes and envelopes me, overwhelms me with its purity. One day I hope to look into its eyes and know it’s name…’s name is….love, God, hope, everything.

In Spanish women call their men “my king (mi rey) and it’s not tongue in cheek and men call their beloved their “queen” and it maybe sounds cheesy. But if it’s a kingdom meant for two (and extensions thereof) what does it matter what you call each other. It’s the depth of the feelings that count. Isn’t it?

So funny to jump so much in life from thought to thought, experience to experience, person to person, place to place, everything always in flux and yet…. if you stand completely still…..

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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