Is it only my lack of patience that I should worry about? Or is it something else?
I almost laugh at the thought of it; being bested by an infant.
The perspective remains an interesting point.
I’ve always detested the idea of throwing myself into something so.. Dominating. But here I am. Unable to gather my thoughts and unable to grasp the reality that is at hand, meanwhile purely loving the situation and admiring the energy my partner of life shows and gives to her surroundings.
“Life is pain”, the Buddha said. “Life is suffering”.
Let us not forget these easy things. Remind them of your true self, they will.
So now it ends; The agreement. The mass driver. The suffering. The ponder. The insights. The fixation. The love. The monstrosity. The cage. The Freedom. The engagement. The peacefulness. The wartorned ideologies. The rampage. The everlasting bliss. The last breath…. And then it starts, again.