Harry taking his little girl to the bibidi babidi boo boutique,and when they are done,the little girl wants Harry to have a princess makeover tOO FUCK
THIS IS ALL IVE EVER WANTED
He giggles when she suggests it. “The princess makeovers aren’t for grown ups, silly girl! S'just for you.”
She pouts. “But daddy…”
He giggles, scooping her up in his arms– puffy princess dress and all. “Tell you what, bug. You be the princess, and I’ll be the prince, hm? So you get to walk around all gorgeous, and and I get to show you off!”
She giggles. “That’s not how being a prince works.”
“Oh no? How’s it work then, your highness?”
“You have to hold my hand. And dance with me. And tell people your name is Prince Daddy.”
Harry giggles now. “Prince Daddy, huh? Quite like the sound'a that.”
When you move away there are going to be things you miss more than a homecooked meal or your old bedroom, like your mom’s hands on your back or the sound of your father snoring. No one is going to tell you that you’re going to get home from a night out and collapse into bed, curled into a ball and unable to find sleep because you miss something so much that it feels like something critical inside is missing.
They’re not going to tell you how easy it is to fall into self destructive habits, like drinking too much or taking knives to your skin. How when things get to be too much and the voice of reason in your head is nowhere to be found that these things will become easier to rely on. No one will be there to take the bottle or the knife from your hands and tell you to stop, there are things you should be doing and you’re better than this.
No one is going to tell you how to act the first time someone you really, really like lays their hands on you. They’re not going to know the embarrassment of the police on your doorstep, there because the neighbours saw him slamming you into the wall outside your house. They’re not going to tell you about the disbelief you feel as you wipe blood from your nose wondering, did that really just happen? And no one will ever tell you that despite every single feminist bone in your body, despite being told by every single book and grown up to never go back to someone who hurts you, that you will go back. And no one tells you the shame you will feel lying and sneaking around for weeks. Because you’re sad and alone and he’s so sorry and it will never happen again. Believe this for a few weeks until he starts calling you in the middle of the night, calling you a bitchcuntwhore. Then leave. No one is going to tell you that you will not feel any empowerment from it, just anger towards yourself that you didn’t do it sooner.
No one is going to tell you that the future, once brimming with opportunity and chances is going to start to loom in front of you, it’s uncertainty bringing with it a new type of anxiety and fear that you never knew under the roof of your parents house. No one is going to tell you how easy it is to let the bad thoughts creep into your head and take hold. How easy it is to spend the winter letting depression control your life. They don’t tell you how easy it will be to sleep through your classes because you can’t bring yourself to shower, how you will get far too used to crying on subways, how you will forgo real food and subsist on soup in a cup and crackers because the thought of going to the grocery store is exhausting and you’re just so tired. They’re not going to tell you how much it hurts to love someone and know they don’t feel the same way but you keep trying, hoping something will click and how sad you will feel when they leave in the middle of the night.
Being twenty is hard. You are now a Real Adult and expected to act like one. It all happens so fast too, it seems like overnight the circles under everyones eyes get darker and everyone starts to worry more about debt and loneliness and less about what to do on the weekend. But there is a camaraderie in twenty, when everyone is flailing around and trying to get their footing. You will drink wine together and sleep together and stay up too late, smoking too many cigarettes even though you don’t really smoke, and laugh about the state of things and how silly this whole being grown up thing is. One of the good things about being twenty is that you’ll start to figure out how strong you really are, and how important it is to find your tribe of people that make you stronger. No one tells you how hard twenty is, but no one ever tells us how it will shape us into the people we are one day meant to be, because that’s the stuff we figure out on our own.
Let alone the grown ups that don’t care,
stay here with me
and discover new entries
in never land,
new doors of perception,
Let us move our brittle bones
cause it’s enough
gruesome noise in the world.
Let us sprint in the wilderness
like lil’ kids stumble
upon new territories
and smile wholeheartedly
at the silly jocks that
grown ups deliver
“like they know how to tell us amusing stories 0_=”.
Let us fly on spellbound wings
and remember bubbled dreams,
desires and wishes long time forgotten.
Let us embrace our young hearts at last,
and get ready to throw them in the blue soul of the ocean
in the shape of two bottled homeless stars.
I want you
and only you
to come with me
and search new adventures.
I want only you by my side
as the night arrives
like a magnificent black hawk
which covers smooth with cotton clouds
children hearts looming
among fireflies under happiness blankets.
“Was she the girl you talked about on your live stream?” the words escaped your mouth before you could even think on them.
“What?” his eyes went wide open “No-no-no” his head shaking in all directions, he sat by the edge of the bed looking at you “But-wait… you watched the live stream? I thought you were on a walk” his nose and forehead scrunched up as he spoke.
Hi, I enjoy time to myself. I'm content with being with myself. I enjoy being in the nature than in a crowed place. I feel that I don't fit in the society, like I'm a stranger in this world. What I see in this world is only the importance of social status, fame, greed etc. The more I grow spiritually the more I don't want to be part of the society. Do you have any advice what's the best way to deal with this? Much Love, Thanks
The status seeking, fame seeking and greed seeking is all just a game. People are playing a game without knowing it they feel that life is a serious seeking of these things and they are just caught up in this game. They are asleep so to speak and they play this game because they haven’t realized any other way of living and being. They get happiness from having and so they continually seek things. This is just the way it is. If you see this game that is a good thing, it is a step in the right direction. The next step would be to not oppose this game and just watch it. What if you came across some kids playing hop scotch or another kid’s game, you would just watch them and enjoy the game. You enjoy it because you see it as a game and nothing more. You see the silliness of it. Try to see the silliness of the grown up game. See that it is truly a game that can be taken lightly and just observed. You don’t have to play in it or take it seriously. You can just watch and join in if you what to. It is all just a game. You can join in the same way you join in the kid’s game. You see the lightness of it and just join in. The truth is the seeking can bring some pleasure and happiness, but the seeking and the striving make people miss the awe and wonder of life that is not in seeking, but is in being life, not seeking pleasures that comes and goes in life. Try to see the silliness in the meat vehicles trying to get more cotton paper and shinny things. It all is just silly. There is peace and stillness underneath all the games and silliness. You find it by taking them lightly and realizing you are not the one playing the game and being pushed around and feeling good when you have things and bad when you don’t. You are the stillness underneath all these things. You are jay the being underneath it all.
So go out and see the greed and see the silliness and just laugh at it. It truly is not serious. If you have food, water and shelter that is truly enough. There is no need to fight and struggle for more. If people do, try to see this as a sickness a sickness of not understanding life and happiness and the whole situation. A person with a sickness should be treated with compassion, not harshness and judgement or thought of as wrong. They are just asleep and sick, try to see this.
Nature is great, being in nature is great, but if you find stillness there you can find stillness everywhere. You have to allow life in all forms. It is easy to allow a bird to just do its thing and sing a pretty song, but letting a business man bent on greed, power and more shiny things be can bring about peace in the urban setting as well. The bird, the greedy man, they are just part of this whole thing we all share. See the game and see the silliness and let the game just be a game and try and spread the peace you find, try to spread the awareness and consciousness that you cultivate. Greed and seeking are how it is now, it can and maybe it will change, but you have to change and spread what you find and this all starts now.
I’d suggest the book Being Peace by Thich Nhat Hanh. He explains, in a beautiful way, that we need to reintegrate into society and not be an outcast living in the woods and living in seclusion to bring this into this world.
Anyone that has found stillness and peace is drawn away from society. Buddha wanted to just live in peace and live alone. He though no one would understand him or his teachings, but if he did that we wouldn’t have the Dharma and be shown a way to peace. Lao Tzu is said to have gone into the woods to live and before he left a man pleaded with him to write what he had learned and what came from that is what is known as the Tao Te Ching, which is a great source of peace and stillness for many. So we have to share these things and practice compassion, integrate and share and this is how it changes.