Hm… well, this feels delicate yet raw. …and like I have to be bold to decode what I in fact really feel on this subject at this point.

My normal and healthy body.

…and finally even my hair. …and all of me.

Even my not muscletoned looking belly.

My strong immune system.

My ability to keep going on, even through burn out, anxiety, depression, and such.

My strengths and my weaknesses.

My love and loving.

My ability to understand.

My ability to analyse in detail, and go deep and far.

My ability to see so many sides to everything.

My ability to forgive.

My ability to see with my inner eye.

My levels of friendship.

My bravery in friendships.

I haven’t yet met any love, any power plant/powerhouse for a friend like myself.

My bravery, in honesty and preference for truth, no matter what the truth may be.

My curiosity.

My knowledge, and my desire for knowledge.

My choosing what feels most relevant to me.

…and the fact that I mostly rather watch an interesting real-life seminar than a “meaningless” movie.

My childlike desire for movement.

That I’m an explorer and an adventurer.

That I don’t lie.

That I’m not into drugs, and find it all breading more essense of ‘fake’ into the world.

That I don’t really judge much,

but feel my way instead.

– SmilaZ –

BUT

I don’t like that I’m a procrastinating space cake, who generally feels saddened by the world of people. … lfeels like I care and give too much, not having gotten even just half in return. Yet still, I generally care about what people think and feel. Makes me feel so stupid, even though I know it’s the effects of the human society that is the stupid factor making people so unloving, so cold, so seperated, so lost/lonely.