would that death
were a planned event
no loose ends
affairs put in order
duties transferred
things wrapped up
much like jobs you depart
an escape from this world
that created no hardships
for those left behind
people prepared to face your demise
suffering only a delicate melancholy
rather than a devastating loss
pulling them under
an easy, loving goodbye
no pain to speak of
and feeling all right
when our current reality
abruptly stops for us and them
the finale foretold
gracefully accepted
What do you see when you look in the mirror? Acceptance or rejection? This piece is very relatable. We go through our lifetimes constantly reflecting and questioning ourselves. Deepa does a good job of illustrating that in this post.
everyday
I look in the mirror
and
see a different person
this person that I see
either evolves
or degrades
but the feelings
never leave
I see the mirror
show me something
that I never
wanted to see
And it never
showed me
that something
what I actually
wanted to see
observe me
watch how i do things
understand my processes
my emotional movements
when you know them
you know me
engage me
find my compliance buttons
enjoy and revel in them
watch me emerge
to take a leap
of faith again
when you try
to live in my world
in the way i need
a bold, loud statement resonates inside
telling me you hear me
you’ve chosen to honor my being
if only human babies
came into this world
feeling unconditional
self-acceptance
or that they had a deep
understanding of themselves
seeing only a healthy, positive self-image
possessing a tremendous amount of self-respect
right from the beginning
it would be helpful
for them to know how
to enjoy their own company
able to forgive themselves as necessary
when to say no
and mean it
respecting their boundaries
to be proud of themselves
and their achievements
that it was ok to accept applause
and to pursue their dreams
to understand that challenges
are a part of growth
that they possessed the strength of character
to know what was best
if only they knew all these things at birth…
less damage would be done as they aged
as they felt the cruelty and destructiveness
of the older generations
or the indiscriminate hazards of life
if only their first love would be themselves…
if only we would teach them they are worthy of that love…
Life sucks, sometimes.
Get used to it. Seriously.
You want a good outlook?
Accept that life sucks, sometimes.
Move along…
I dive deep to know who I am.
It’s a loyal act of self-discovery and acceptance.
It’s never a bad thing.
I embrace who I am, sexually or otherwise.
I have a good opinion of myself!
I’m ok with me.
Being wanton is the opposite of humility,
just another word for immodesty.
Seems it truly is a good description of me.
