愛が地球を救ってくれたらいいのにな。
大きな愛をもって包んでくれたらいいのにな。
人には勿論、自分にもやさしくなりたいな。
自分の事たいして好きではないし欠点ばかり目につくけど、それでも本当の意味で自分を受け入れたり許せるのは、神様とか親なんかじゃなくて、結局自分しかいなかったなと当たり前のことに最近気が付きました。
自己愛も自己肯定感も足りないなら、ずっと心にアンチしかいないのでそりゃ何をするにしても生き辛いよね…ということをぼーっと考えてる今日この頃。
うまくやれなくても、なんとか楽しくやりたいな。
明日からも頑張ります！
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I can't decide why someone would be so stupid as to laugh and someone else cry.
Only parents in our crazy state of mind would be foolish enough to say that love is a way to hurt people.
Assuming love saves the planet.
So where the hell does love come from?
And who is it that shares that love?
For example, if someone in the world gave free love today
And then there's the recipient.
Does it constitute service or exploitation?
If love saves the planet...
If love saves the earth
Who will give us enough love to save?
If we could all live with kindness
This wouldn't have happened.
My sleep-deprived brain can't make that call.
I'll go to bed, get up and work tomorrow.
I can't help but think how much easier it would be if I didn't have to work.
I think labor saves me in a big way.
It's because of my work that I'm able to relate to someone.
I want to be a part of someone's life.
It is lonely to be alone
The only way I can be saved is by putting love into my work.
I'm glad that I can care about someone else, even if I'm like this.
I want to be average, but I'm below average, always screaming to be normal.
If that distortion is called individuality, and if that distortion is denied, I still had no choice but to be a good girl.
Still below average, so you can't be nice, resulting in a mass of self-denial walking around with clothes on.
Still, it took me more than a quarter of a century to realize that only I can truly love myself.
My love can't even save me, but I still want to pretend and think something love-like.
