THAT does not define you.

A relationship.

A job.

A house.

A car.

A mate.

No mate.

A child.

No child.

THAT does NOT, define who you are.

THAT does NOT, define who you are not.

THAT does NOT, define who you will/can be.

We fail each other, don’t we, when we try to cramp one another, into this box or that one?

Why, don’t we hold one another, by what we say, by what we do, by who we ARE?

Why must we have, before we can have, the esteem, of another?

Can’t I, just be, me?

Can’t you, just be, you?

Must we, be defined, by who we loved, by who we had, by who we didn’t have?

Must we, define ourselves, by where we live, where we didn’t live, who did or did not live, by us?

Must our children, or lack thereof, bear the brunt, of our definition? Must THEY be, in order for us to feel as if we, belong?

What then, does this, make our children?

Oh, that we lived, in a world, where our merit is by OUR merit. Yet, we have unmerited favor, by He who loves us, just cuz.

Just cuz, we are.

Never forget:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

I have been under the weather. No fun. It reminds me I know not how long I shall roam. I find myself wanting to shake the whole damned world. Wake up. Life is short. Time for us all to wake, from our slumber.

I am awake. The Universe is calling. Can you hear??…

listening,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: These words, won’t let me rest. They need to find…YOU! Go, now. You know I am speaking, to you. The Universe needs you. Ah, you feel it! That tug. That pull. Fear not. Go…

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