Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

False Start #53

As I plow through every epoch of my life, I like to think that the awkward moments, the embarrassing, the shameful are nothing but weeds. I must pluck them out so the seeds I plant might grow to fruit.

But then I think to myself: I live in a world where all the blessings of life must be mastered, and bear energy for an endless desire. These weeds too are worthwhile, worth digesting. I know it.

posted by ferret at 9:00 am  

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