My Self-Love Safari My Journey of Self-Love “Comparison is a thief of all Joy” Amy’s grandmother used to say this and it rang a bell Into my journey of self-love Fallen into the dark abyss Of fear, jealousy, scarcity, shame
Repetition Repetition…when will it cease? Will it ever? Why does repetition happen? If you’ve been through it before Why go through it again? It’s so unfair…it must stop But you can’t stop it… Vulnerable and helpless state is Repeated with
Live & Learn “Learning is finding out what you already know Richard Bach” “Searching and learning are as a whole, recollection.”, Meno, Plato Isn’t it really a powerful motto “You live to learn” What if you are living the same
Signs “There are plenty of signs but they don’t read the signs” Richard Bach, A Gift of Wings Do you believe in signs? The falls and rise of reigns Be it comforting or distressing journeys at the beginning And yet
Limbo Neither present nor absent Neither aware nor dazed Neither brave nor afraid Neither shout nor whisper Neither chill nor heat Neither success nor failure Neither light nor dark Neither happy nor sad Neither alone nor together Neither yearning nor
What makes you tick? Do you know what makes You tick? What makes you happy? Well, I think I am getting Closer to what me tick: Productivity - having a long Or short productive day With a couple of accomplishments
Not understood I don’t know how to describe this feeling This feeling of not being understood You feel suffocated You feel paralyzed You feel tied down You feel lost You feel confused You feel hurt You feel broken You feel
Canary “Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully” Illusions, Richard Bach Like a canary in a birdcage She looks beautiful With a voice as soft as silk But with a spirit that
It “For reason ruling alone, is force confining and passion is a flame that burns to its own destruction” We are born with it We are brought up to forget it We avoid it Yet we anticipate it We hide
My Enemy Who is your enemy? Do you actually have an enemy? My enemy or rather my Worst enemy is myself Whenever I am sad I Put blame on someone Else: my brother, father, mother Friends or beloved But the
