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hateful free form jazz
Did all the right things. Did a few of the wrong things too. Changed the calendar. So many blank squares. So many possibilities for failure. So many days to have to start again. And again. Every day, you wake up. You start again.
Some words from the Buddha:
"Health, contentment and trust
Are your greatest possessions,
And freedom your greatest joy.
Look within. Be still.
Free from fear and attachment..."
Free from fear and attachment.
Free.
And I know that it has to get better for both of us this year. Me and him. Us. and Them.
If not, then this is the year it all dies.
It either all gets torn to shreds and constructed anew, or it just gets shredded and blown away on the northeast wind.
The harshest wind of them all.
Starting a new year in the middle of winter is like starting a diet while in a coma.
7:13 PM - Tuesday, Jan. 01, 2013
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