Joy and Love
The one thing we all have in common is we want to be happy. If you want to feel good and be happy, I can suggest a good place to start:
Stop focusing on others. Stop letting what they do and how they feel affect you. I notice when I don’t focus on how others feel about me, I am free to feel what I want to feel about myself. So if I want to experience good feelings, I am free to do that. I am not bound by the judgment, thoughts or decisions of another. Since I cannot change another person’s reality…I do not try. Instead I focus my energies on creating my own reality just the way I desire it to be.
Take control of your own needs and desires. The money you have been waiting for, the sex you want, the love you need. Take control of it all. Don’t wait for another person to fulfill you or to give you what you want from them. If you’re not getting what you want from someone, you are not in alignment with them at the time. Period. When you are in harmony with someone, they will naturally be drawn to you.
If you want joy and you’re not getting it, make yourself happy. If you want sex…sex yourself. If you want love….love yourself. All that you are seeking from someone else, you will find the ability to create it within. And naturally, only every time, others will be attracted to you who are ready to give you those things as well.
Create love and joy and all else will fall into place.
Skating Love:
Skating in this prolonged performance, rarely felt like chasing a dream; recently it had become my passion…the deepest desire of my heart. A passion that awakened my heart to expand beyond the captivity I had confined it to. A true love, giving me a reason to grow…to jump higher to flow gracefully and effortlessly. I was awakened.
It wasn’t my first time on the ice but the scene was encompassed in a new glow. Filled with vitality, vigor, and a renewed strength, I skated toward my dream. Even though the ground was not solid, I had never felt so supported and confident on the ice.
During practice, I would fall down, get up and continue. I wasn’t perfect but I was becoming a master of myself and of maneuvering the ice I was skating upon.
As time went on I became more confident as my skills substantiated my progress. My performances began to provoke respect in the judge, whose opinion was the only one I cared for. I sparkled, I amazed, as he gazed at me with awe and adoration. My chest felt full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little. I was well on my way to reaching my dream.
And one day, the quality of the ice’s surface was poor. It was worn and chipped and I knew it. The judge was there, and being that he rarely came around, I wanted to get his attention while I had it.
I made my way onto the ice, afraid. My legs shook as I lost sight of my purpose; I try my best because I accept no less for myself. Instead I skated for his approval…and he knew it. And with one slip, on what appeared to be a very shallow gash in the ice, I lost my composure and fell. And there I sat with that fallen heart feeling that I had rushed right through the moments I should have been paying attention. Like a mirror breaking, declaring the end of illusion, my ego and my hopes came crashing down.
I was alone.
Desperate and still attached to my dream, I asked if I could get up and begin my performance again….but there was no one there. The judge was gone. And I was left with my broken heart, my broken dream and this darkness that only my own inner light could illuminate.