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I face very ordinary problems. Problems that people of all walks of life face. How I solve my problems, how I conceive of them, mayb e unique to me, but the problems themselves --- I am kidding myself if I think they are unique in any way!!

I have observed this weekend (and I observed in Chile) that I have high levels of insecurities related to being alone in an unfamiliar place. I saw a little of this in myself in Chile, as well. This I believe could partially be a result of my lack of effort towards meeting new people, the activity that once gave me so much pleasure…

Don't declare things you enjoy to be useless or bad!

Enjoyment is its own reason?

To a point.

Desire / The Lover's Passion

A lover knows only humility; he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night; he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair; don't fret. He has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment. H ehas no choice. A lover asked his beloved, do you love yourself more than you love me ?

The loved replied: I have died for myself and I live for you. I have disappeared from myself and my attributes. I am present only for you. I had forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I have become a scholar. I have lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself, I love you. I love you, I love myself.

I am your lover; come to my side. I will open the gate to your love. Come settle with me, let us be labours at the stars. You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so, you have always been connected to me. Conceived, revealed, in the unknown, in the unmanifest. I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond. I am the ocean, and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me. Leave this world… be with me. I will open the gate to your life.

I desire you more than food or drink my body my senses my mind, hunger for your taste. I can sense your presence in my heart, although you belong to all the world. I'm waiting in silent passion for one gesture, one glance, from you.