Cheating (An Essay)

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Cheating isn’t a mistake.

It’s a choice.

It’s a decision to hide and to deceive.

And…

It’s a weak and powerless move.

Because it’s ‘easier’ to sneak around than to muster the strength to be fully transparent with the one you claim you love(d) and ‘risk’ whatever comes from that.

And of course you have your reasons (excuses) not to live in truth.

Everyone does.

To not demonstrate your love for yourself and another by being honest about what already is.

You’re scared.

You have something to ‘lose’.

You don’t want to hurt them.

Whatever the fuck.

Still weak.

Still powerless.

Still not taking full responsibility for yourself and your choices and doing what needs to be done.

Being with others isn’t an issue.

Hiding that you are, is.

And even that isn’t the real ‘issue’.

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The Next Isn't Better (An Essay)

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I’d rather do the work within the current dynamic than to swap it out for another (supposedly ‘better’) ride.

The next one won’t be ’better’.

The same work will meet me there, too.

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So I do it from exactly where I am and what I find myself in.

The ‘next’ I actually want and crave, arises directly and naturally from that.

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Good Morning (An Essay)

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It’s about going to bed and waking up empty.

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Completely at peace.

Detached from all of it.

Having done whatever was required that day to untangle yourself from whatever web you got yourself into.

It’s about dealing with the inner mess / movement / turmoil until you’re still and empty once again.

Until you stop caring at all.

Not in a heartless way.

In the purest way.

The way you already are underneath all that you are not.

It’s the detachment from caring about what does or doesn’t happen.

What is or isn’t happening.

The sweetest and most natural place to be.

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