What a great reminder to oneself on how much we get distracted by Articles, Beings circumstances.

I put a hair tie on my wrist ( a rubber band would have made my wrist bleed with the way these distractions are, if I had pulled it so many times a day).

It hurts, but it reminded me how much more hurtful it will be if my dependence doesn’t evolve into transcendence; my attachments don’t evolve to love.

I walk with empty hands grieving, playing this game of laughter and tears, forgetting that I’m complete.

These ephemeral theatricals, tragic at times and comedic sometimes- I take so seriously, when my role is only as a piece of thespian art.

Looking beyond- There is this permanent Face of Joy that exists within me, yet I just put layers of hideous makeup, and shed tears to wash it off!

“The way I look is so fragile, yet here in my hand is assurance of eternity.”~ Rumi

What am I waiting for ?