It just occurred to me that we write together wonderful stories with our friends and with the people in our lives. These become forever implanted memories. And then we meet new friends. They create new stories that enhance the older ones. And we keep meeting new friends and write even more elaborate stories, tapestries of our ever growing friendships. How do we end up with the most beautiful tapestry of life and #friendship? By keeping our friendships alive with the friends we already have (my bad) and always meet with and talk to new people. Maybe circumstances will part some of us for a while but that’s okay. With these two ingredients, our lives will be the richest in the world. Those who neglect their friendships and stop making new friends are the saddest people in the world. Not to believe in others is not to believe in ourselves.
As long as I’m alive, I will stay young. Whether it’s nurturing the next generation, fighting for equal justice for all or awakening people to the beauty of their lives, I will be totally vibrant and alive. What I was too scared, too sick and too overwhelmed to do for too long, I will be doing 3-fold for a very long time ahead. I dare all you 20-year, 30-year olds, to try to keep up with me.
No not all.
But then there would be no reason to be alive if all was perfectly fine.
We are born into this world like fish sent out to sea.
Why go out to sea instead of stay home? No one can truly answer that.
But we do know that seawater has a lot of minerals not found upstream that enhances life.
My friend is a surfer. He does it because he likes the challenge.
So life essentially is like the salmon swimming back home. It is hard work and sometimes we wonder why we chose it.
But that is our journey, to swim back home to our Buddha self.
I was born way out in the sea in the world of suffering.
It was so bad I could not even remember the world of Buddhahood or the way back home to it.
I just chant and chant like the fish swimming and swimming without rest because at least I know my survival depends on it.
I made a lot of bad choices in this life that I now have absolutely no control over but must endure their effects.
I fight and fight and fight in my daimoku without rest to simply survive and lured on by the unseen promise that one day I will get back home.
So that is life.
Sometimes not fine, more often than not.
But with lots of reason to keep going no matter how hard.
And with you my darling to help along the way.
To be able to love you to make the bitterness and the pain a lot sweeter.
That is life.
I don’t want a woman who’s perfect. If you’re perfect, I’ll see if I have any use for you and if your perfection lies in an area of no use to me, I’ll leave you on the store shelf or website I found you on.
You must be human with lots og flaws, vulnerable, just as crazy wanting love as I am, ahead of yourself, behind the curve, but willing to open your imperfect self up to me where together we can work to create a more perfect union.
If you want to play non-communication games by reviewing my profile or receiving a message and not responding, that’s fine with me. There are billions of other women in this world, many of whom are unafraid to communicate directly just as I am. But if you are willing to honestly face your own fears about men and relationships, you have two caring hands and arms in me to hold you and help you cross that scary divide between loneliness and real love. If you’re willing to make mistakes and fall down with me together, I’ll help you up, free of ego, united, never forgetting the love we hold together, to move forward and use our stumble as a lesson to help us cement an even better relationship, my motto always being, “Yes We Can!”
I will help you find courage you’ve really always had to believe in yourself and in your power to fix any relationship problem and move together onward with a willing partner rather than having to go through days to years to a lifetime of heartache only to try to start again at the beginning.
Please don’t be afraid. Life is too exciting an adventure to miss out on. Let me be your shock absorber, your airbags, your seatbelt, your rear and sideview mirrors.
Your power steering. It’s time for you and I to suffer no more and find that thing that will make everything up to this point finally all worth it—and so much more.
Wouldn’t it be much better if we could rise in love instead of fall? Yeah right! Like that ever happens.
Is it alright if I fall in love with you
May I believe that you’re real
Will you be there on the other side
To catch this amazing thing I feel?