LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Hello
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
All I've Ever Wanted
I just started this to someone who seems maybe sensitive enough to
understand, I hope so... but then, I'm not sure of anything today...
except that I need to express myself, or I will die... so I came here...
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LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Hello
all I've ever wanted was a friend, but then, I define the word
differently than most I guess... anyway, maybe you'll be my friend... my
optimism will return, eventually... it always does... but for today, I
just want to be held... in fact, I am going to write this to everyone
now, for others might want to read this level of vulnerability too...
and I'll feel better if I find the strength to share it... but anyway, I
just wanted to say hello...
all I've ever wanted was trust... the kind of endless unconditional
trust that believes in the permanent intentions within the perfect heart,
not in momentary actions of our imperfect minds and bodies... but
it seems we act without thinking sometimes... and we don't think things
through sometimes... and we act inconsistently, betraying our own
heart's true intentions... and we find it so hard to forgive,
sometimes... so we close doors and sweep the messes under the rugs, and
walk away... we call it "moving on"... and it works for a while, but
then... whether we let ourselves be aware of it or not, it's hard to
sleep peacefully on a lumpy rug...
all I've ever wanted was love... the only kind of love I know, endless,
infinite, unconditional and permanent... the only kind of love I believe
in, the kind that is based on the trust of the perfect intentions of a heart...
but in this world, it seems people reserve this kind of love
for fantasies, dreams, fairy tales, and maybe their god... it seems
everybody agrees that it is what we want, strive to emulate, and even
worship as "right", but who does it?... what good is the greatest dream
if nobody dares make it come true?... what good is the greatest good or god if
we choose not to practice what we preach?... if the dream is enough, why
live?...
all I've ever wanted was the truth... the only kind of truth I know and
accept as truth, an ever evolving learning experience that is based on
trusting the intentions of a heart... the whole truth... it is a
journey, ever changing, not an answer or a fixed point of knowledge...
it is within us
all and all around us... all we have to do is open our doors, rise above
fear, and trust the intentions in our own heart... the heart each
living being is born with... whatever it's called, it's that voice
inside that feels what is right... even if some don't hear theirs
anymore... it is there...
all I've ever wanted was to be all I can be... to share all I can
share... to give all I can give, for what more could I be than all I can
give... the journey continues and I continue, but sharing takes two, at
least... so I need you to help me get all I've ever wanted...
so I wrote these words to let you know...
and to think, all I started to say was... hello
honest love, ric
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