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My Own Personal Manifesto

Last night I apparently left one of my dresser drawers open about an inch and a half and my cat, Snickerdoo, decided to make a game of reaching in and pulling out all my socks and underwear one by one and dropping them on the floor in a nice little pile.

I want to write a mission statement for my life. I want it in writing. I want to wrap my life around these certain truths: I have more control over my destiny than I let myself believe. EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS HAPPENS FOR A REASON. THAT REASON IS LOVE. TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE IS TO EMBRACE HELL. WE'RE HERE TO FORGIVE. WE'RE HERE TO BE TRANSFORMED. WE DIE BECAUSE THE EGO MUST DIE, THEN WE SHALL TRULY LIVE.

I want to dare myself to live passionately, to dream and create fearlessly, to write whatever story I have to tell, to have the guts to manifest whatever song, poem, photograph, collage or story is given to me. Maybe I'm partly doing that now.

It's the same prayer I've been chanting for years, "God grant me strength, courage, clarity and truth."

Is there somebody I'm supposed to meet? If so, please step forward now! Or later would be fine, too. Whenever it's good for you, you can step forward.


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Apr. 7th, 2004 08:19 am (UTC)
I always think about who I am susposed to meet when I walk past people on the street or stand in line behind people in stores or something. I don't know if they were the 'someone' I was susposed to smile at or bump into so it would change both of our lives. Hmmm...

Can you email me your address so I can send ya care package, with CD's, to ya?

Apr. 7th, 2004 11:16 am (UTC)
I'm at a loss....they truly deserve each other for now...
I just need my children with me...is that too much to ask?
Apr. 10th, 2004 03:14 pm (UTC)
Sometimes I think that life is about the search and not about the answer. That we are born knowing the answer but our lives are made up of the search.
After all, the buddhist monk toiled by digging ditches to achieve enlightenment and after he achieved enlightenment he went back to digging ditches...or something like that. Maybe it was a hindu. Maybe I just read it in a fortune cookie and I'm full of crap, too.
I bet Snickerdoo knows the answer and he found it in your underwear.

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