Just sad.

Spiritual superiority.

Or subtly showing off your growth (even if it tastes like being helpful).

Presenting your knowledge about life.

Those things.

Interesting stuff.

Funny.

And annoying.

You write and post a story about feeling sad, and then your people start telling you about their sadness.

Which turned out to be a gateway to embracing their inner child.

Which was actually just their thinking.

Which they were able to be REALLY present with, so it could dissolve.

Which was just a feeling that wanted to be acknowledged.

Which was a lesson.

Or which was nothing but an idea within the imaginary human world and therefore didn’t really exist.

Which was only temporary.

Yeah.

Well.

Sure.

But I was only sad.

Can’t that be enough?

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