in all my spite

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

When you insert the key into the lock and turn it to the right, the lock opens. When you turn it to the left, it gets locked. The heart is the lock; the mind is the key. You get attachment when your mind is turned towards the world. When it is turned towards the divine, you attain liberation. It is the same lock and the same key that are responsible for bondage and liberation.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.