The Travelling Travail

"Your" ugly! Your "Vallana" says a female with a pretentious rude voice. But it's not just said it's supposed to be implied and felt. A lure in a take out box, to take home. My appearance is allegedly offensive, and I should change it. Stamped.

For what? I ponder. So that I may appease and perpetuate the stupid mindset that birthed that rude sentiment.

I will not be at the mercy of very "big" opinion. I wonder if by punching at something big does that give one the temporary satisfaction the illusion that one's self-esteem and confidence has grown.

Does one's beauty cross out someone else's? No, it doesn't.

A rude big mouth. See, a long time ago I learned something brilliant yet simple. I could grab it. It was this. That we are not others opinions. In fact others opinions actually have nothing to do with us! That these opinions are depictions, mirrors of the speaker or owner. Opinions are telling me something about who is proclaiming them. It is my job to understand that. Next, it is my responsibility to not internalize someone else's mess or pain.

That it is an opinion owners responsibility to understand them, because if they don't want to understand them, no one else is going to. Yes, sure we can go and have explosive brain diarrhea all over every one else. But at the end of the day we have to live with ourselves. We have to make peace with the whole thing inside and out. It's nobody else's job to do that for us.

And good Lord. I have seen and heard. May the Lord have mercy on our souls.

This should not be that hard! But it is….

We think we can hide behind meaningless powerless words like an ego centric progeny. We think we have gained something like self esteem to help get us through another day. All the while we have only lost everything. Oblivious to the whole thing. We lose ourselves at the most costly expense.

We live in a world of frustration, destructive, hatred, and agitation. Where people and I mean anyone could be sounding off any of the above AT YOU. Not to you, at you. People will speak directly or indirectly in the vicinity around attacking. All kinds of strange sounds fĺoating through the atmosphere that sound like words.

As a cake topper, this pride will proceed to wonder how you feel about their filthy lip speaking? When the real question is how do you feel about you?

Can you live with being you? When all is silent we cannot escape ourselves. Another moment where it is moving, an another unanswered text, or a couple more moments of television. Can you be with you? This is a question we must face. It is imperative for our own well being. At some point a question we enjoy to face.

Silence is a strength in a busy chaotic sinful world.

I am glad I caught your attention. After all the way we look is a canvas at times a guise. A canvas so unique it was formed intricately individually divine. That after we leave this earth there will never be another us. Many may try, come close, but not quite like us. Original masterpieces.

So why is it so hard being you?

Translation required.

Jesus Christ Forevermore

~Remember the earthquake that happened inside my tummy and my heart almost exploded.

In the boat.