Thoughts – Page 5 – Kitty Michelle's Universe

Truly, there is only one way.
The only way is to speak Thy heart and feelings.

They could be flames, or caresses, they could irritate or sooth. But it is heartbeats, it is your heartbeats offered and plainly, openly and lovingly given. Only if you do it and you do not keep from doing it, you truly love. When she accepts them, all of them, You are truly loved, because you are loved for what you are, in good and bad.

No, we do not have to love because of what we “get in return”, but yes, we have to love sincerely and not holding. That is our responsibility. When we say we love, that means also to do it by sharing also our needs, our difficult and easy things, whenever they exist. If we do not share them, we do not truly love. In the same way, if we will be blessed with receiving the ones of the beloved, we must cherish them, and speak back our heart, or we will not truly love.

What will the night bring?
Drops of April rain leave their trail on the window in front of me as I do write my lines. Many thoughts populate my mind. I leave them there for now and turn to watching again at the droplets following their fate down the glass.
Twisty trails.
More rain hit the glass, more water landing, sliding, hesitating, stopping and there accumulating, pushed by the crowd of droplets following the opened trail. The run can now continue. They hurry now, till the next stop, then all over again, like a metaphor of life, a perfect metaphor of our frantic life, made of runs and stops.

In every little drop lies an entire universe.

After all,
maybe we are nothing more than drops,
and someone is watching us sliding down a glass.

What is it that makes a wolf to be a wolf, a woman to be a woman, a man to be a man, a butterfly to be a butterfly?
Is it sheer biology?
How much of that is “hidden” in the soul?
What is it that makes you “see” a wolf in a wolf, and not feel or accept the lamb that she naturally is?
What is it that makes people not accepting love different forms respect to those taught to them as the canonical ones?
What is it that makes people disgusted by a woman loving in a manly way, or vice versa?
What is that makes people condemning two women loving each other in a womanly way?
What ? What ? What?
What kind of planetary myopia is this?
How can fundamentalism of any kind (ANY kind), subjectivity and egocentrism of any kind, to be such a winning mindset in nowadays world?
How is it that millennia of evolution did not teach us to accept the best we humans can be, just that, without forcing other living beings into schemes not belonging to them?

Courtesy – Kindness – Love – Respect – Intelligence – Acceptance

“Because we live so many years, and our ideas even longer, we should consider courtesy to be the highest social virtue. You cannot afford to give offence when the consequence of a grudge can be held for decades or centuries. Courtesy. understanding and forgiving is the answer and the only way to prevent such hostility from accumulating.”
If the above simple concept would be understood and embraced, we would not have parts of the world fighting battles that are leading to nowhere and destined to lead to nowhere (and i could cite history books and point at specific events). I could tell You which countries are still suffering from seeds of hate (based on preconceptions) that were left to grow and ultimately lead to decades of human decadence. This is however true at all levels, it applies to life around us, it applies to life, to history, to me, to you.

What should we do? Am I good? Are we doing enough for this not to happen and proliferate?
I think we all could do something, I want to think that. I need to think that.
No, i am not so good to be immune to this, not always, not at all.
Not many reads me and not many will read this thing but I will keep advocating courtesy, kindness and all it can bring.
I will keep standing and saying the unworthiness of anger, to the ones who do not tolerate, to those who maddens and forces schemes, etc.
I think we should just behave in the faith of kindness as the only way, in front of those who does not and can’t take a step back.

YES, it is true, I do have to fight to remind it to myself (and NO, I am no Angel, not always good, not at all, and sometimes I take too many steps into grumpiness, be it because blinded by feelings or whatever). We must be open, we must be kind, we must be humble enough to look at ourselves and not the one in front of us. We must do that or we aren’t worth and there is no sense in living without feeling worth.
We must give courtesy, reply and do not ignore any kind gesture we receive, with openness, even when it comes from someone we disagree with. Basic humanity impose that, killing seeds of hatred impose that. We being humans beg for that.

Me;
the kitty, the Dragon, the simple female, the crazy one
from dreaming head to curling toes.

There is no day in which I do not write. In my every day there is some writing, as much as in my life there is eating, running, smiling, sleeping, loving.

“What do you write ?”

I have been asked various times, or even

“And exactly what are you writing about?”

It was annoying to be asked that, a violation, almost. Now it makes me smile. There is no thing I do not write about. It is aligning my thoughts, it is spreading them, it is shouting needs, or graciously expressing them, or ferociously defending ideas, or chanting my passions, or or or or.
I do not write well, no. At school I was not brilliant in writing, I was going off track, sometimes writing too much, or writing what I was not supposed to write about.
I have always been a good student but writing, no.
Life is strange, it was the thing I was putting my soul in and yet it was the one I kept for me and not shining at it at all.
I do write every day. I do even like the simple act of writing besides the content I do put in.
I do like the move of the pen on the paper, I like the words forming and then I like how it just goes. I like how the river of thoughts become a line of ink and my inner world finds its way into existing out of me. There are times when it leaves me exhausted, other times it is a boost. There are times when it is a lullaby, other times it is a battle; some times a rainbow, some times a storm.

I write to make lists, I write to tell difficult things, I write to pull my dears close to my heart, or to fight demons.

It took years but i am ok with it, it is part of me.
Look, I am writing “about writing” right now, and it makes actually sense, it is my peace. I do not think everyone should do it, on the contrary I think everyone is different and to my eyes it is beautiful to see that what for me writing means is for someone else drawing, or dancing, or watching the moon, or or or or.

To me it is a mix of things, I need the writing but I do also need something physical, such as reading, playing music, taking walks, doing some sports, howling, loving, crying, eating.

Yet writing is writing, and it exist.

Just saying

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