It’s not uncommon for us to take issue with those who tend to make us feel guilty, whether by their deliberate or unintentional words, actions, or general personalities. We are masters of projection — proven time and time and time again. There’s a woman who springs to mind regularly and can’t help but conjure up hate in my heart (actually a couple women if I reflect back). Even though now they’re both gone, out of the picture, one for several years who originally dated back to my early youth through the step-family).
Some days I feel like I contain so many stories — my own and others’ — enough to where I just might burst. Too much to carry alone.
My heart and soul have been in a strange place for quite a spell now. No question. But I do see glimpses of the light more and more. I am still struggling to piece together what I am able to at this juncture. Maybe eventually I will figure out how to make better (public) sense of what life has been teaching me.
What is love? And how much is it worth to each of us individually? Just a passing (perennial) thought…
Another night wears on and my conscience aches enough to be noticeable. I won’t make excuses. Explanations, though, I attempt at, because I’m trying to learn myself. ALL is a learning process, and we didn’t all start out with equal sets of instructions or guidance. That’s a given.
Time for some tunes. Creating a new post now.