It has been long since I've last shared my thoughts and or (complaints). Learning to let go isn't easy but difficulty has been a part of the human race for a long time running. Who are we to judge the miraculous wonders of the happenings around, or some recognizes it as the hands of destiny. I let go but at this early age, my expectations are extreme. Considering my geographic status right now, they seem to be almost impossible unless I dream of my neighbors. I've found one. He, as them all, hasn't the slightest clue of my actual temperament. She and her and some friends of mine do know me but it ends there. Knowing isn't important anymore but loving is. To let go is to love as to receiving, one has to love too. It isn't as complicated as it sounds, or as the predicament of creating a dream, but the simplicity of this idea is the beginning of all that is appallingly confusing. I, and my mother, and perhaps the millions out there know of the worst in life. It comes from believing against the idea of Genesis, the creation. So it brings me back to the second point, I've found and my prayer begins. He knows it too, before it leaves my mind. He too knows what him and I are capable of and in need of doing before all energy left constraint beneath our skins explode in all it's negativity; opposite of the beginning. Allow me, my prayer starts, an accompany, a companion, for all love to be released leaving space to receive. Simply allow me, dearest Creator.
