don't panic

i used to think that the answer to the meaning of life, the universe and everything was 42. now, i am not so sure.

i've been lied to. by everyone. since i was small. people and society have been telling me, directly and indirectly, that i do not measure up to...something. so i can't take a compliment. i hate my body shape and my adult acne. i wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, my heart pounding, worrying that someone will be unhappy with me. every time i do say or think something "wrong," i call myself names like "stupid," "idiot," and use words like "can't." i walk heavy with guilt until i can "repent."

but the truth, as i am now starting to understand it, is that i am perfect. so are you. we make choices to create our lives - some decisions evolve us and some don't. my spirit is the ghost in my machine and it came from the same place that God is. it will one day return to that place when my body is no longer usable. so will yours. we all carry a piece of divinity within us. we are here on earth to create. some create wars. i do not.

on the smallest, most basic level, we are all masses of vibration...energy...light. there is no point where i end and you begin. if you hate democrats, you hate me. if you want to kill terrorists, you want to kill me. we are all the same. we are all love, as is God, if you look with your heart and not your eyes.

your opinion about this post is part of your story, not mine. your comments will play a supporting role in my story if i choose. i see freedom. do you?


Eric said...

Like you, I once thought the answer was 42.

Now? I think it's somewhere between 68 and 70, but exactly where I am not certain.

Any guesses? I'm just stiff in anticipation.

tigger said...

"I'm just stiff in anticipation."

I'm deciding how I will interpret this...