dream a little dream...

date someone who will tap your butt playfully and do the dishes with you after dinner.

“The day exhausts me, irritates me. It is brutal, noisy. I struggle to get out of bed, I dress wearily and, against my inclination, I go out. I find each step, each movement, each gesture, each word, each thought as tiring as if I were lifting a crushing weight.”

Love does not always have to be this mountain top experience, but it does need to be as constant as a mountain; never moving, always steady and willing to stay.

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.

You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when we’re ready to see it.

It does not matter that her life is imperfect. She has her joy. She will evolve.