Great Escape

Realize deeply that the present moment is all you will ever have.

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.

me: *does some hoe shit*

How do you react when you think you need people’s love? Do you become a slave for their approval? Do you live an inauthentic life because you can’t bear the thought that they might disapprove of you? Do you try to figure out how they would like you to be, and then try to become that, like a chameleon? In fact, you never really get their love. You turn into someone you aren’t, and then when they say “I love you,” you can’t believe it, because they’re loving a facade. They’re loving someone who doesn’t even exist, the person you’re pretending to be. It’s difficult to seek other people’s love. It’s deadly. In seeking it, you lose what is genuine. This is the prison we create for ourselves as we seek what we already have.

I don’t know what I am, but it claws and clutches at me as if I am worth reaching.