For years and years I 've been trying to understand this. Here is my attempt have you ever tried to understand it as well?
No need 2 silently gaze into the horizon
The only thing your attitude tells me is that you should not buy an aquarium with fishes in it. Because you will not care for them.
(Only)Why? Why only when meeting someone IRL can you be your true self online, feel caring and nourishing? - IRL where the illusive opportunity of touching and holding on to is present Or shall we run away together when we feel as one? Run away from where? I am always here right where you are.
- Instead of feeling how you take me back Back when you acquired knowledge(memories) and developed your ability to judge Why do I have to go back and forth just to see - witness what you have done to your soul? Shall I guide your thoughts while I observe your body language that never lies so you will eventually arrive to the right conclusions so you can feel safe with me so you can be your true self while we sit across each other -irl?
Why can you recognize perfection when you see it but never be (you or someone else)as perfect as innerly perceived? Perfection is not the fulfillment of needs - your needs. Perfection is what gives you the opportunity to evolve or the right kind of conflict in order to evolve.
IRL you can confirm how someone is taking care of their health and evaluate if this person is contagious or you can also confirm that you never really read their words online you merely confirmed your own assumptions. What is more scary? To know that you cannot read or that you cannot see because you live in an imaginary world and your needs make those that will fulfil them perfect until they served their purpose and are no longer suitable? Face yourself online while you sleep while you daydream while you exist together with others…
and no matter what my opinion of you will be after the irl meeting is done and over with you will not become what my opinion of you is why do you keep becoming what others see in you… think about it it might be out of love Like a genie that grants wishes but still....
Essay by night soul woman
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Written on 2015-01-06 at 03:11
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Lawrence Beck |
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