Wisdom For Extraordinary Living
An Open Letter to The Universe
As I wrap up The Thank You Project 2011, I decided to dedicate my last thank you letter to you ya old dog. You’re a funny-faced son’uvah’bitch. Seriously, stop with the silly shenanigans, you’re making me laugh you raging lunatic.
Firstly, let me start this whole shebang off by saying something you need to know if this is ever gonna work… I appreciate you.
You gave me life, and one day, you’ll take it back. But before you decide to renege on the right to my physical presence, I intend to make the most of the gift you’ve given me. I try to remind you daily of how grateful I am to share my life with you, but sometimes, I’m not sure you get the message.
The truth is, you’re not always the easiest to get along with. I’m suspicious that you’ve got some internal issues going on behind the scenes. Perhaps it’s just that time of the month and I need to be more understanding. Whatever. I seem to always find out about your cycles somehow. Either it’s when I’m expecting to score, or when I think that dinner’s kosher and then you come and mix the meat with milk.
Anyway, I won’t deny that you’re more than worth the occasional heartache and hassle. And I understand that you’ve got a game plan that I just can’t completely comprehend at times. You work in weird ways which are unbeknownst to me but underneath the continuous pinching of my ass, I trust the power of your divine intelligence.
How would I learn compassion without suffering of my own?
How could I ever live fully alive if I wasn’t deadweight for a while?
A little bit of pain for a lot of pleasure, fulfillment, and adventure. There’s times when I look into your eyes and am awe-stuck. A simple gaze at the right time silently speaks to my soul in a way which only you and I could ever know. It’s as if we’re really one – no separation and no miscommunication. There’s an ineffable magic in our moments that could never quite be captured. You’re sexy. You’re soothing. You’re outright spectacular.
Sometimes I’m madly in love with you. And sometimes I feel like choking you out. It’s like a good Eminem song.
As we become more intimately involved, our relationship has evolved. And although I can’t change or control you, I’ve learned to trust you. In my later years, I’ve learned to not take things so personally. We both freak out at times – you with your natural disasters and me with my occasional meltdowns. But I’m onto you. I’m wise to your play book.
Persistent pressure and high heat is how diamonds are mined. How am I going to shine unless you put me through the process of becoming all I can be?
Thank you for throwing me through the trenches and lighting a fire under my ass when shit starts to cool down. Today is the 100th post on Sensophy and I dedicate it to you love. I appreciate you.