Umi, I can feel the soul in this writing. Between the letters and sentences. What the world asks of us is not us. It is a role in a play. It is us balancing on tightrope between two speeding trains going the same direction, but often at dissimilar speeds. We perform the trick for the people watching five days a week. The behavior you described, the detachment, feels natural. I say that because I have been both detached and demanding. I have carried a weight so enormous that when I finally tripped it rolled itself into the ocean. You must really be perfect in everything that you do. You do it so well, that it imprints on you so much, that you need to cleanse yourself in whatever your heart pulls you. The dresses, nowhere to go, that is great writing. Just be you. I don’t think anyone that loves you would ever have a problem with how you live. Great writing! Always enjoyable.
I feel this way completely. I find myself giving so much ( joyfully, not reluctantly) and then it's like I need to recharge or something. And I usually don't do anything "meaningful", but it's time inside my own head. I get caught up in something, and then it needs to be something else. I "get things accomplished" but in reality things are unfinished. But i feel better. I thought I was weird. Maybe i am. 😉
Umi, I can feel the soul in this writing. Between the letters and sentences. What the world asks of us is not us. It is a role in a play. It is us balancing on tightrope between two speeding trains going the same direction, but often at dissimilar speeds. We perform the trick for the people watching five days a week. The behavior you described, the detachment, feels natural. I say that because I have been both detached and demanding. I have carried a weight so enormous that when I finally tripped it rolled itself into the ocean. You must really be perfect in everything that you do. You do it so well, that it imprints on you so much, that you need to cleanse yourself in whatever your heart pulls you. The dresses, nowhere to go, that is great writing. Just be you. I don’t think anyone that loves you would ever have a problem with how you live. Great writing! Always enjoyable.
The wave returns, always.
Even the ocean needs to come back to herself
I feel this way completely. I find myself giving so much ( joyfully, not reluctantly) and then it's like I need to recharge or something. And I usually don't do anything "meaningful", but it's time inside my own head. I get caught up in something, and then it needs to be something else. I "get things accomplished" but in reality things are unfinished. But i feel better. I thought I was weird. Maybe i am. 😉