Why is it that when we get to close to another person we stop seeing them?
We get so close that we start mixing up our doubts with theirs, their habits with ours and slowly we loose track of what actually got us closer. It wasn't the mirroring of ourselves in them but the possibility of change and growth. The openness to a wider perspective on Life. But we have this tendency to narrow things down... and narrow, and simplify, and make it easy till the essence of what is was is "lost in translation". This process of putting into our own words what's someone else language and life is impoverishing. Don't...
Keep being curious, keep being open, keep playing...
Don't let the "I know" get in the way of what is a slow, beautiful and enriching process of getting to know another Life. And once again feel the gratitude for being a part of this amazing existence. Yeah, there's some bad, selfish and greedy souls, but even with them, you can raise up your voice and give Love & Respect a chance to expand. Whatever you choose to believe, let it be within the vision of Love and Freedom. Each one of us has his/hers own meaning and purpose. Just remember that the more sweetness you add the more you'll become.
“Gratitude turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity…it makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.“
Where to start?
“Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.
We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about.”
Selected Letters 1957-1969, The Portable Jack Kerouac