#finding your self

JOHN MCINTOSH

 A bedraggled homeless man trudges through the snow along a quaint but exclusive side-street of a prestigious shopping area. His hair is matted, his boots mismatched the salvage of endless garbage pickings. His shoulders droop and his face is blank, empty and leather-like revealing the years of sleeping outside, subsisting moment to moment. A few feet away and across the street a row of shinny high-end automobiles are parked beside a trendy restaurant. Customers dining on the other side of full-length windows are dressed in expensive clothing and jewelry costing more than most people’s annual income. As if in pantomime, they chat making dramatic gestures with their faces and hands as they describe the important stores that define their lives.

 The homeless man is an annoying fixture in the tiny cloistered community of the privileged, ignored along with other nearby street people, except when the show of charity lends favor with their friends and associates. Consciousness wears many faces, one more convincing than the next. The empty hopelessness of the homeless is no more poignant than the hollow existence felt by those possessing everything the world can offer but still, when alone in silent shadows the quiet desperation that it all means nothing persists.

 Suffering is disguised in endless ways, from the hallowed halls of opulence to the frigid fear surrounding the hospital beds of the dying and into the endless corridors of so-called ‘normal life’, hearts ache and minds lie in chaos and conflict while the attempt to hide from the inevitable Light of Truth fails to prevent ITs penetration through the cracks of humility that eventually ensue as each one finds their way to their knees. Such is the enormous blessing of the ONE Love we All Are, losing IT SELF in dreams, then finding IT SELF when fulfillment can no longer be found in illusions.

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There’s so many reasons why I love this picture

I used to think I needed to look a certain way to be happy. I used to hide my scars . I used to edit things to make them appear what I wanted them to be but weren’t .

I’ve been working out so hard recently and I see progress. I am my own motivation in a healthy way. I am happy✨

Also this is a picture of the moment in the morning after blacking out last night . (I don’t go out a lot , but ya I can drink a lot. It was an awesome girl night and ya I just got really drunk and it was fun ) I was a mess though and today was super rough but it ended with my girls and super happy✨