Haven't posted on here in a while. Thought I'd write down some of my thoughts. Hope you don't mind.
I need to stop putting so much weight in what other people think of me. Their opinions are based on miniscule observations of my overall being. They can't see what's within. They can't contemplate the clockwork engine that operates beneath the surface, fueled by the ether, the aura, the spector that floats around me. They can't see the colors and the sounds and the shapes that abstract my being into understanding on a higher plane.
They can only see the material, the dying and and replacing, the cells and organs. The shadows on the cave wall. They can only hear the minutia of of the process that slips out of the conscious onto the physical, fleeting moment of experience that is gone before our breathe escapes our lungs.
Only when I realize that absolute truth can I begin the existance me.