Forget it. Step aside.
You don't see her. You don't truly care to see her.
You live in dreams, do you not? You were only searching for someone to embody your imagination when you found her. Perhaps it was her laughter (when she wasn't laughing at your jokes; it was pure courtesy) or her voice (when she wasn't singing to impress you). You let your imagination grow in her.
It was a mistake.
So what if she looked at you from time to time. Do people not measure one another, out of varied motives and for different purposes?
Judge not people on a Sunday afternoon, when bodies are sedated and life's pressures are hidden behind pleasantries and civilities, when darker thoughts are concealed in the noble discussion of philosophy. Adore not people at such times.
After all, personality is a skill.
Care you to love her when she's more mean than sweet, when her words slash like a two-edged sword, when she wishes she could slam someone hard against a locker and not be convicted, when she wishes she could run and cry and scream in the evening rain and not worry about tomorrow's obligations? Care you to understand her fears and pains?
Do you care more that she listens to you, that she understands your dreams and disappointments? Dream you that she would stand by you in all circumstances? Dream you that she will care for you and yours? Dream you that she would love you, sing for you, make love to you, despite your weaknesses, regardless of your lack of personality AND unhealthy lifestyle choices?
Good Sir, with all respect, some people need more than an excellent spiritual philosophy to thrive.
Step aside, please, and remain behind the sidelines.
You don't see her. You don't truly care to see her.
You live in dreams, do you not? You were only searching for someone to embody your imagination when you found her. Perhaps it was her laughter (when she wasn't laughing at your jokes; it was pure courtesy) or her voice (when she wasn't singing to impress you). You let your imagination grow in her.
It was a mistake.
So what if she looked at you from time to time. Do people not measure one another, out of varied motives and for different purposes?
Judge not people on a Sunday afternoon, when bodies are sedated and life's pressures are hidden behind pleasantries and civilities, when darker thoughts are concealed in the noble discussion of philosophy. Adore not people at such times.
After all, personality is a skill.
Care you to love her when she's more mean than sweet, when her words slash like a two-edged sword, when she wishes she could slam someone hard against a locker and not be convicted, when she wishes she could run and cry and scream in the evening rain and not worry about tomorrow's obligations? Care you to understand her fears and pains?
Do you care more that she listens to you, that she understands your dreams and disappointments? Dream you that she would stand by you in all circumstances? Dream you that she will care for you and yours? Dream you that she would love you, sing for you, make love to you, despite your weaknesses, regardless of your lack of personality AND unhealthy lifestyle choices?
Good Sir, with all respect, some people need more than an excellent spiritual philosophy to thrive.
Step aside, please, and remain behind the sidelines.
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Speaking of Chiasm..
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