@Rissa_TheBest Greetings rissa Ur the best , Suicidal people are just angels who want to go home , Home ha which home is that ?? Please explain me in some sense..
Some are suicidal !! Yes I do agree indeed some are , also I apreciate it, we as human have awareness or Conscious to kill ourself which no other being have that choice to depart for thier form ..
I will respect and surrender to a fellow who killed himself with out likes and dislikes or with out any agenda, basically without any attachments!!
ok just an idea to keep loves ones brain to make some sense , because you do not have answer for it !! Well good as it is in word sounds amazing.. but no sense to me !!
Everyone has their own perspective in life, mine is "Life,
is learning, and repeated doing same mistake again that's not life it's a reason to the self not to be capable for yourself to learn ..or move on !!
So let go move on .. consider as a bad dream or hard lesson, I know hard lesson is knowledge , fast one !! Not like borrowed knowledge.. so rock bottom naked wrecked is good to be, only temporary moment once we gain knowledge it's done ..
beliveing in your own lies and manipulating your brain as universal truth as you feel now please don't yeah, it's not for ever .. now only exist.. u can change a lot if you understand the power of Now!!
@Shintaryuu it's not a view for me I would do exactly same as I said, I am aware of karmic cosmic connection with my soul mate I choose with my Consciousness, and I love them with compassion and without conditions without favours.. it's easy for me and there will no label in love will be pure
Life is full of infinite possibilities. Even when it feels like other people aren't happy you're around, you have the right to be happy and so you shall be. Set goals and dreams for yourself. Work towards them. Only having a purpose will help you. Your mother would want you to be happy, and you shall honor her life by not giving up on yours.
thank you for replies. I'm not really feeling sorry about what happened to me but, rather, looking for understanding that my feelings were generated from a love for the soul and not a need for the physical. A day or two after I wrote the poem to myself a stray dog showed at my door giving me another verse.
I saw a Dog, in the dark and cold
no longer a puppy, her look, her age, told.
I opened the door to the warm inside.
And offered her comfort, a place to hide.
I knew in her soul a family was living,
A rest from the cold was all I was giving
She and the ones I knew surely exist.
Would find the one lost that they sadly now missed.
I shared little food, gave her drink in a bowl
I wondered how right it is dogs have a soul
Though she was the lost, I think what I found
is it strengthens my heart having good souls around
She followed her nose thru every room in the place
Approved her new digs with a smile on her face.
She settled in nicely, to herself was my home.
Her sweetness showed, in life, she had not been alone.
We Sheltered from the cold and dark.
I would talk but she not bark.
She was free from danger, I provided that much
But me, as a stranger, didn't quite have the touch.
She would look to the window seeming to say
She was hoping for someone to be coming her way.
She was hoping, as dogs do, there'd be a swing of the door
To be greeted by one she was now longing for.
There she was, lost, when she went on the wing.
But, this tale, in the end, is a beautiful thing.
As she followed her friend with tail wagging true.
I could only be happy, what I could, I did, too.
my mother one time told me this ....the reason people overseas do not get mad or angry over having nothing, is because it is all they know. they know only what they have lived with. nothing. yes, Americans could never live that way