Part of my depression has been because I was hurting so badly from missing something in my life of which I had grown terribly fond. I still miss it being a constant.
As much as I spend my time trying to be spiritual, I find that I need certain things that seem so very mundanely human. Like I really need human touch. Cuddling is a good form of human touch. I like it a lot.
I am sitting here thinking about how Tibetan Monks get over their need for human touch. Maybe they don't. Maybe it's all a lie and they need to be held once in a while too. Even non-human primates cuddle and groom one another.
All I know is, I know nothing, except that love is necessary in my life. I need to love and be loved. Period. Which is why in the end I have never become a monk.
And now I am off to work. Oh and, don't forget that I love huge, whatever that means.
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