Tragic Endings

Good Morning!

Back to sleepless. Ugh. 

And back to all the “feelings.”

Feelings aren’t bad, it’s just that many assume their feelings are right and they act/react from a place of feeling when perhaps analytical skills would better serve them.

I had an interview yesterday and it threw me completely out of whack.

I haven’t been obsessing about it but I have been trying to make a decision about what to do if offered the position.

There are reasons for this. 

Many of them are shame based. It would seem I still have a lot to work on in this arena.

You know honestly, lately I’ve just been thinking about how as far as I know, I didn’t ask to be born. And especially into a world like this one. Hatred, power, wealth, pedophilia, the subjugation of women, and people being deemed as less than based on their color, gender, sexual orientation…like who the fuck would willingly ask to come here for this shit and if we did it go some unseen spiritual reason, or task or journey…for what? What do we gain in the next life by having to deal with this shit.

And if I asked for all of this or said ok to it, I should be able to change my mind.

I should’ve able to say, “Nope. Not signing on for this shit. Make everything and everyone across the board equal. Make violence go. Strip the wealthy and give to the poor to even the playing field. Let us love a share with one another.”

Yeah, you may say I’m a dreamer…but I’m NOT the only one.

Make this shit stop already.

Either that, or drop the testosterone levels of all males and let women rule. There are psycho women out there too but the reasonable ones would deal with them accordingly. Not violently, accordingly.

I’ve been having some pretty vivid dreams lately and some of these dreams are starting to form themes. I don’t want to write about that right now but they scare me and give me hope at the same time.

I hope they denote change, good change, but I think they also will require sacrifice.

Not of each other but of ourselves. 

We shall see.

I could write about this shit all day long but I don’t want to.

Have a good day everyone. Go see Dracula 2025, A Love Story. It was sweet and good and heartbreaking.

Ah, to be loved like that. I sought that kind of love for so many years and for what? It only exists in stories. If for no other reason, than the fact that we can’t live on love alone.

The greatest love stories are the ones that are short lived and end tragically.

In that very depressing note, I bid you adieu!!

Be Blessed and Be Safe!

Love & Light,

Neecie