"Because I am totally nuts, but I can make it sound reasonably like a joke. It might even be a joke? I can't even tell myself anymore."
That’s me: a death-obsessed, fearful, life-loving, food-savoring soul who can barely function in this space-filled world. Somehow, I manage to have great adventures.
These should be my people. I should be one of them.
There is no path. The path is many paths. It is an empty field. It is an entire twelve lane highway.
Read the origin story of Rachel's new album, The Upward Spiral, a true Hevria original, and why it took a lot of bravery and love to get her where she is today.
Like this post if you've ever had too many thoughts in your head at once. Like it if any of them have ever given you a shiver, or a stomachache, or a physical pain.
Heaven and hell do not resonate with me. I much prefer an afterlife that allows all souls to learn, grow, and reach their spiritual potential. But that doesn't require me—or you—to tolerate mean people.
I feel like a visitor to the earth. This place is absurd but oddly thrilling. I've learned to cope and even enjoy it. I may not be home, but I'm here.
I don't really value external, objective success, but I want a certain brand of it oh so badly. Will exploring this desire help me find peace?
All this is hard. As much as I wish I could be soft with myself and understanding and even compassionate, I can be excruciatingly mean.