the 22nd was my birthday so this one has to be answered.

Hanging in the balance was everything. Written by the stars themselves, this day is reflective of the middle way. This day itself shows us that everything is hanging in the balance. The Balance is life. There is light and dark. Together. And rather than saying good and bad, because those are opinions, 1 and 2, a and b, x and y. Part one and part two are always hanging the balance of themselves. My actions create an equal reaction. Balance. That we hang in.

There isn't anything that can be said that isn't true. What makes us alive is everything. The connection between all things that are alive is what makes them be alive.

I'll have a truly open heart once again.

Tomorrow is always a new day.
It should not be tainted by yesterday.
It's all for the best.
ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!
Don't let anything bend your shape unless you think it's time to bend.
Don't take everything so damn seriously. It's all a part of the ride. Slow down. Each day has an unlimited amount of possibility so you DON'T know where you are going.
Not everything is going to conform to what you think is right. That's okay.
People get sick, get hurt, cry, and do people stuff. No matter who the person is, they do some people things. Everybody is  a people.
It's not as simple as up and down. It is as simple as
No matter what theories may ever arise about anything, remember service. To Life.
Don't give yourself up for anything.
Be aware as much as you can.
Breathe more.
Meditate more. Maybe.
Remember that you are having fun.
Continue writing things down here.

Acceptance.

I think that my roomate told me about it.
It found me. Zaadz was looking for me and I was minding my own business.
I'm glad though.
This is the best place on the internet after wikipedia and google.(I can't lie, I'm sorry but it's true)

September 12th 2008
Gaia is hands down now the best place I know of on the internet. You've changed the world. Everybody. It's only going to get better

Yeah, unfortunately I do, but I am currently in the process of letting that go. I know that I am a great person, and I know that I do all I can to help people, so I shouldn't really be concerned with what other people think about me, but I always have been. This is my biggest struggle. It makes me think about a lot of things that I don't need to, and adds a lot of sadness to my life.

I am glad I have found somewhere that people accept me though, even if it is just on the internet. It's been a great help. Thank you everyone. You're all so great.

Love
:D

I hardly ever remember my dreams, even when I tell myself to.

If anybody reads this and has some kind of educated basis to make a judgement as to what that means I would really like to hear your answer.

I don't know anything about dreams, and most of the time when I have them they just don't make any sense.

 

I Got Nothing To Say.

Just Wasting Time.

At Work.

Cuz That's What I Do Sometimes.

Most Of The Time.

I Got A Hookah.

It's Smokey.

My Computer Is Better Than My Old One.

I'm Not Even Saying Anything.

Cuz I Don't Need To.

Everything Says It For Me.

Before Me.

What's With Music?

How Is It That Awesome?

Don't Most People Love That Shit?

Unity Through Music?

Unity Through Unity.

It's All Unitized Anyhow.

I Don't Care If  That's Not A Word.

Your Name Isn't A Word.

It Is If Your Name Is Though.

I Wish I Could Be Done With Society.

It Bores And Confuses Me More Than Anything.

Why Do We Still Live Like This?

In Constant Competition?

We Are Not Animals.

There Is No Territory.

We All Live On The Same Piece Of  Land.

How Come We Don't Act Like Neighbors?

Do You Actually Think It's Good To Kill People Because You Think They're Wrong?

If It Is Then You Are The Epitome Of A Terrorist.

Not Only That But You Would Be Justifying Terrorist Actions.

Like The World Trade Center Incident.

They Just Thought We Were Wrong.

But I Don't Even Think That's What Happened Anyhow.

Just An Example.

Do You Know About DARFUR?

You Should.

Your Brothers And Sisters Are Being Murdered There.

Peace Out.

Beginning to truly understand the nature of emptiness, what it truly means.
You ever wonder why illusions work but are clearly not real?
Where did we begin?
When we created all of this, how were we created?
The Creator knows and sees all before it happens, but it sees it all in stride, for everything already happened.
Are we not the same as this Creator?
Are we not all made of the same blocks as everything else?
Seriously, atoms make up everything, but something makes up atoms, and whatever makes that up is made of something too.
At one point, whatever the previous step was, the one before it is the Void.
If all things are made essentially of the Void, then how are we different? Are you not me, just in a different way? At death we go to the place of our true birth, so isn't life the part of it that's the illusion? We think we live this way, but truly before and after we're done with this existence, we are in the same place as we started.
Did we leave, or do we just think that?