Taking the Fall

Why work so hard? No really. What is there ultimately to attain by aspiring to betterment? My own teachers...who are BRILLIANT and RIGHT...are also bent (be it ever so slightly...) on becoming acute and aware through (...and I might be wrong on this...) deprivation. Yep. I think I think too much. Too hard. Worry too much. Too hard. Care too much. Too hard. But...apparently, I'm supposed too. It's the only way to grow. Ok. Maybe. But. What if it isn't completely...or remotely...necessary to feel so much? So hard. What if...and this might be a stretch (and it might even get me excommunicated...)...it's fine...okay...even WORTHY...to simply accept it all. And sundry. I am. What I am. And, by Golly...so are you. Honestly, sometimes I get downright agitated by over-arching assumptions that in order to deserve enlightenment or bliss...one must learn how to suffer. Quietly. Well. I have never likened myself to a quiet, non-sufferer...nor have I EVER likened myself to someone needing to be enlightened. I am here to serve. Period. And. Maybe I starve myself. Maybe I drink beer on a regular basis. I married a meat cutter...so, yep...not a vegetarian...I don't recycle...(much...)...by all standards, I am karmacally doomed. Ok. But. Someone out there can relate. And...well...they don't have to admit it. Cuz I already did. ROCK ON!