And as we let our own light shine we unconciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
I was sittin, today, in glish, and I was lookin at that *above*. I kept slipping, in between. From being quiet, and then being loud, stupid, noisy and doing Monty Python. I just thought about everything behind me, and kept trying to look ahead. Look ahead, because I was scared to look back. Because I thought it was over.
I know some of it I disagree with. Some of it makes me think. Some of it, I just don't know what to think. But, essentially, I think it's good. It's all good. It rings true, and I want to believe it. It makes a difference, to believe something like this instead of something morbid, like usual. It's strange. I think, I might even be happy.
Well, I say that. I started doing it again. But I don't know what it means. I don't know why I did it. No one noticed, if they did, they didn't realize I did it. I might have wanted them to, but that's wrong. I did it again, just a bit. Only surface scratches, not properly.
But now I'm happy. I think I am. I will be, at least.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: