Some days/nights are like this. You have to take them as they come. Acceptance is the word. It is something I still/will always have to work at. It is not a bad thing. It means I am trying – trying to do better but not perfect.
I sound like I’m making excuses. Maybe I am. I am comforting myself. You have to do that once in awhile. You know your tender spots the best. Go ahead. Tend to your wounds. Dress them with tender loving kindness. Smile upon yourself for you are the child in everyone. When I see you, I recognize myself. So I am sure when you see me, you recognize yourself.
We see ourselves reflected back in each other’s eyes. Perhaps if we look long enough, we can have a conversation and speak from our hearts instead of our minds. Who knows, we might surprise ourselves and become friends. What would we do then?