Why allow oneself to suffer from inner emptiness?
I could fill a 100 lives and want more.
Today while having my afternoon tea, two rainbow lorikeets landed on my arm and I had to share a little food with them. That moment alone could sustain me for a month.
Who am I, you tell me, I am no one.
Where am I, here and nowhere because the god damn universe is in constant motion.
Why am I here, because!
Lunch was veal in mushroom sauce on thick, crusty toast and it was as close to heaven as one might approach.
They may be real questions, but they do not have real answers. The only reality is love and all its ancillary evidences such as kindness, charity, respect, forbearance, etc. I'm not suggesting we become professional benefactors like some bored, trophy wife. Get your hands dirty. Working hard for somebody else because they need you is a boundless joy. The world is full of the need for anybody strong enough to be needed. The world is full of words, navel-gazing, prayer, good intentions, gurus, preachers, influencers, all trying to unlock the secrets of the individual and we are going backwards at an alarming rate.
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