Pickles

Here we go again. How many repetitive behavior patterns need to surface before deciding to continue or lay it to rest? I think we enjoy the game of life in an almost corrupt yet vital way. We know better yet slip into a created illusion in our mind.

The mind is not our Essence. Our thoughts are not who we are. No feeling is final. Things are always changing. We are in complete control of our actions + reactions. We have the power to see the story from a higher place with great clarity.

Life is unimaginably complex and also clear as the sky. I feel grateful to get to know myself + live in the most authentic + mystical way possible.