it always really bothered me as a kid when people would act like the “meaning of life” is some big mystery when it was always so clear to me. i knew the meaning of life every night when i laid down beside my parents, i stared into its eyes when i got my first cat, i held its hand each time i crossed the street with my mom, i tasted it when my grandparents gave me candy without my moms permission, i felt it well up in my eyes when my dad moved out, and every time before i hang up my phone i hear it whisper “i love you.”
the "in another universe" "in another life" posts are funny cause you only get one, this one, and you've already resigned to losing it too. try fighting in this one
Whenever an ugly feeling arises in me, maybe resent, greed, insecurity, etc. I just have to laugh and think to myself, this is what being alive is and I don’t deny my capacity for ugliness, in fact I store my faith in it because that same awareness of my own ugliness is the place I go to when I am aware of my own beauty. I have all the time in the world to sort it out, that’s the thing with self trust. I don’t hide from others and I don’t hide from myself, where there is ugliness I observe it and I don’t turn away.