Sometimes there’s nothing better than staying up late, being stoned, and listening to music.
My wife told me that she would be fine with a sister-wife.
But it’s hard to want the moon when you’ve already got the sun.
After being with my wife for 3 years now, I love her more than ever.
Honesty, open hearts, and open minds. As long as two people have those things, I’m convinced they can make it far.
I, like I assume most people, have thought about the afterlife quite a lot.
I’ve figured out what the perfect after life for me would be. I realize the futility of trying to guess what the after life would be or theorize about its make up. Logic is not always the driving force my thoughts.
I imagine the after life is reminiscent of the Native American idea of the Great Spirit. My soul floats in a mass of other souls, all overflowing with love. It’s the only emotion left after living so many lives.
I stare down at Earth and see every life in front of me. Time, of course, is no factor or detriment. Every time I choose a life, it is to answer a question. What would drive someone to murder? What experiences would drive someone to be a bad mother? A good father?
What would it be like to be blind?
I look hard at each life before settling for one that gives me new experiences not quite like the others. I choose this life to grow. To learn how to love in new ways. Always growing.
I live. I die.
Every Pisces I’ve ever talked to has felt as if they are 2 different people battling for one body.
I’ve grown to wonder if this is how everyone feels every day.
Is it just us?
Is it just me?