Bereft of this Life
How unbearable the dull pain is in comparison to one that is sharp and known. Somehow the lateral world does not appease a soul connected to the vertical order. I do not think much of death. It’s pain will be my purgatorio, it will be my pleasure. Death has been waved in front of me as a source of solution for as long as I remember, albeit selfish. From taking life for honor(seppuku), understanding to retribution–it’s more acceptable if your eyes slant and your skin is yellow. If you can’t hurt them, you can hurt yourself. This has also been a convenient resolution. Punching walls, speeding cars, the violent to thyself. The irony weighs down my heart; we are not meant to succeed in this material world. Can I feel fine knowing that I am set up for failure, for dissatisfaction, unfulfillment. The point of the journey is to realize a soul made of heaven can only find happiness there.
I’ve been teaching an 11th grade class at Valley High School in Santa Ana for a few weeks now. I love it very much and I feel a few drops fill my cup. Hopefully, they will be inspired to continue to college after high school. Few of them have an artistic niche; they can sketch things so vividly. I pray they may nurture such talents to turn them into fulfilling occupations. Just a couple drops. And to understand that that is enough.
To Prudence, Fortitude, Temperance, and Justice.
you make life sound so hopelessly romantic. you are seduced by suffering. let it go.today is a good day
“we are not meant to succeed in this material world”that line is packed w meaning.
i don’t think you’d be fine with ‘unfulfillment’, or even complacency.you’re always looking for the step to bettering yourself. i love that about you–your a dreamcatcher.