you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen, and i love you, and that is beautiful. i fail to see how anything can be more complex than "i love you", for love is the simplest of beauties. the tree will mourn the loss of its apple, but the man will enjoy its offerings, and the apple will be life; that is just how it is. i do not forgive you, for you are not needing of forgiveness; you have done nothing wrong. who is it i am speaking to, other than a new person standing before me? you are not yesterday, that does not exist. you are today, and you are beautiful. maybe the courage you have shown to accept and sail away is envious in the world in which we are boats; i am safe in my harbor, but that is not what ships are built for. to lift the anchor is to embrace that if i am worth something later, i am worth something now, for wheat is wheat, even if at first it appears to be grass, but the courage does not shine as bright as yours did, but maybe it does not have to; maybe courage is not always a boastful roar, but a quiet voice at the end of the day saying "i will try again tomorrow".
Spirituality is to see the irony in prayer where you are asking for something that you have already been granted. Perhaps the reason why in our religion, gratitude is deemed as the greatest prayer ever...
I will get glimpses of my heart's true sinful nature and it is [ought to be more] mortifying how depraved it is. When sin's hidden agendas behind what should be wholly sincere praises and prayers are recognized, how could I ever hope to be pleasing in God's sight?
Wretch that I am, that God would love me before my existence and save me, be patient AND gracious with me? I would think that I'd no longer even consider sin, but as it is I am not wholly free, but neither am I without hope - I will not spit curses on myself for not being able to subdue powers beyond me, I will praise the Lord God Almighty for all that He is, has done, and will do.
Isaiah 49:15 Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yeah, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.
Isaiah 49:16 Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands: thy walls are continually before me.
“Limerence: the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship.”
I did not know the word “limerence” until today…but I have been struggling with this for my whole life. Since I was a teenager my obsessions have been celebrities that I have never met. I always have one. I have been struggling with my current one (a semi kind of famous musician) lately because I have begun to believe it is really not good for me and even morally wrong for me to obsess about them in this way.
I have been praying and praying for this obsession to be taken from me, but struggling. Then today I stumbled across the limerence subreddit and something just clicked in my mind instantly…and I felt the obsession was just gone. Like I had a way out. Then I realized this person, my LO, has a song called Limerent Death.
It just struck me so hard. I never realized what it meant before. Now Im feeling kind of schizophrenic…like it means something. What a crazy coincidence, right? And so symbolic. Most people do not know this word. But he wrote that?? What are the odds? It brought the obsession back for a few minutes but it’s gone again. I don’t understand why this is happening but I’m glad I’m feeling like I can finally get rid of this…
I am going to go get therapy now to deal with whatever trauma I had as kid that led me to be this way…I feel free, finally. It’s been so, so long…
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I woke up this morning feeling overwhelmed already. But I had no choice but to open my laptop and get down to business.
Not gonna lie, my productivity was lacking, but I'm proud that I made the effort and managed to finish a few small tasks.
I took a break, changed out of my PJs into jeans and a pullover, put my hair in a bun, washed my face, applied serum and lip balm, sprayed "dark kiss" all over my body, and now I feel much better and ready to tackle the rest of this shift.
Grateful that
💓 💻I had the amount of energy needed to open my laptop and focus on few tasks
💓 🧼Skincare products exists
💓 🫂 I had a hug from my little brother, and mama
💓 👨👩👧👦Mom, dad and my little brother all seemed concerned at least for a moment before everyone focuses on themselves (this moment was enough for me tho)