To make my life worth living for me. To look to you is to deny my existence.
Remember, the only person responsible for liking me is me.
I am the only person on this earth that can make me happy.
My life has no meaning save the meaning I give it.
To fall in love with myself everyday by letting go of the identity that I think I am. If I am IN love, I am OUT of identity.
Thoughts are memories, and thinking I am that is a memory. I am not a memory. I simply am.
At no time will I look to anyone for the direction that only I know.
At no time is anyone but me responsibilble for any aspect of my life.
Do not hold court. You are not my hostage or my prisoner, to be kept and fed with empty promises for your validation of my existence.
Do not interfere - I have life enough without insisting I know best for someone else.
Change - not out of duty - but rather because that is all there is.
DIO
Philosopher, Author, Artist, and no thing in particular. Beyond description. Completely unknown, yet totally familiar. Knows no thing and re-members every thing...same as you.
Feb 29, 2024
2/29/24 My Life's Rules
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