Dear Journal,
Am I in pain? Pain a little slight, not much. I've written about things on social media that Ma asked me to pull down but I didn't do that. Praying to be courageous has made me courageous. People trolled me, messaged me, but I stick by my point. I've been truthful. I know that in this life we are immortal. We are.
The problem is that people don't believe in God. You may pray but that all life is God is true. It is also completely true that I conceived the Dalai Lama and Daisaku Ikeda on December 17, 2023, and I think about them all the time. I conceived them much to my surprise. But conceive I did. I hope they are fine.
I wish N, the one I truly love, had proposed to me when we were young. I gave him up in the delusion that all things you want may not be had. Did I date different guys? Or was it just him? I really wish the latter is true.
I wish I hadn't dated at all and had remained a virgin. The Truth is there is nothing without honey. No money, no sunny and I do really want my honey who himself hasn't gotten married? Or has he? I wish the former were true.
Whatever the case may be telepathy is quite natural. To know things through telepathy is the right way to know things. I'm on the lookout for a job which I hope I get. I hope. I always have and always will hope. And in this life immortality graces us.
Your kind eyes and your sweet lips in this Afternoon sun
Make me a little bitter for having not really known you
Or for the lies that were told as Truth prevails I know
That life is not a ladder climb or even a mountain climb
And yet I stay perched atop Kilimanjaro knowing
You are here and I never really gave you up ever.
Love,
Me.
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