You are never going to get what you want, so get on with your life.

What does it mean? Why am I sad? Why am I crying on someones shoulder? Why can't I cry on my own hands? Why am I being comforted, when I am the one who has done something upsetting? Why is he telling me everything will be okay? It is okay. It is okay. It is okay. What is it? What is it?

Should I not ask why? Should I not question what it is that I am looking for, when I do not even know there is something in me that is missing. I do not know what is in me, so I do not know what is missing. I do not know what should be in me, so I do not know if I should be missing something. It does not feel empty, it does not feel complete. It is just a constant state of being. Of following where the wind blows. There is no sense, and there is no meaning. It is not bound by words nor by definition of what is and what isn't.

What is it that I am crying for? The emptiness of my soul or of yours? When I look at you and see nothing, is it because there is nothing to see or that I am blind of what there is to see? What is there to see but everyone else around me? Even as I sit and stare at myself in the mirror, all I see is the image of what should be, as defined by you—cynicism and simple mindedness.

I want to be this so I can be that, therefore I can never be. Because what am I but a creature who wants nothing more but that which they can never have. And if I can never have what I want then what is the point? What is the point of all this suffering? All this anguish I see every one who is no one enduring. What is the point of life if all I chase is something I will never get?

And this is the truth. But no one wants to listen. No one wants to hear. No one understands. Oh, but only if they do understand! Only if they have the ability to get past the surface, to break through the perceivable barrier of difficulty would they come to see its simplicity. And in its simplicity is nothing but complexity, and in its understanding is nothing but painful, and in its overcoming is nothing but motion, and in its continuity is nothing but everything.

Henceforth, life goes on. You will never get what you want, lest you would already have it. So get on with your life, so you can no longer want, but rather have.

Love,
g.