Dear Journal,
Something is niggling my conscience but I don't know what it is.
Consciously I seek and desire someone to love, I seek to do well creatively may be in the movies. What's the unconscious desire? What is it that I truly seek? What's the one small thing I can do to satiate myself of this huge dream.
"What if all we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
We are always dreaming. Reality is also a dream filled with love and life.
Death is but a state of sleep to prepare as we dream again.
I love everybody.
Buro is a little annoying as he told me today I shouldn't have met Ankesh. He is so annoying sometimes. Never willing to listen, only speaks.
I wish he kept a journal. I wish I could tell him. This journal has been so beneficial.
Baba is so negative. He's a good man but so pessimistic and caustic in his words.
Ma bugged me today by suggesting I don't meet my friends. Amazed. The same old patterns continue. What chanting are they doing?
Anyway.
I'm grateful for my friends.
I'm grateful for my job.
I'm grateful for my dreams.
Im grateful for money.
I'm grateful for love and life.
Love,
Me.
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