What meaning do I want to assign to my life; a
quest for love, peace, joy, patience, friendship,
self-control, responsibility and forgiveness; it is
no wonder I live in a state of quiet desperation,
I so very seldom fulfil my own ideals and reach
the good in all of life's spheres
When feeling bad about my shortcomings, I'm
also jealous of those who succeed - and when
looking at beautiful people, I envy the gifts they
received - the way to joy seems to lead beyond
such ideals - and straight into self-acceptance,
of making peace with the ego personality and
Hoping larger gestalt will be able to make good
use of my discovery: ideals represent the most
dangerous course we could plot for ourselves…
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