19:38 Thursday Nov. 26 2020
So much of everything has come to pass, in the path of realization. Yet, yes, it remains the same. The change is the same. I can never rest, how do I let myself rest, like an attachment, let it consume you. ¤ I’m only getting myself there. It’s not today, it won’t be tomorrow, but everyday is a taste of the dream. Everything is always a step forward, growing, becoming. The becoming of (my name), the beginning ends with the death of who I think I want to be and the rest is becoming. ¤ It is the power to become anything, anything. Conditioning, being a person on a communal level, having to live in a world where your conditioning may or may not reflect well with any persons, and somehow I manage to- keep trying. ¤ It is there everytime*
