|My therapist:||Look at nature. Look at flowers. We never walk into our garden and say "Oh wouldn't that flower be so much more pretty if it were taller? Or red instead of pink?" No, we don't. Because nature was created perfect just as it is. And so are we. We are part of nature, we are how we're meant to be, we are perfect just as we are.|
So today i ventured into a bookstore and started looking at books about buddhism. There was one with short stories and poems. As i was flipping through the pages two words caught my attention: Just Love. It seemed to be the title of a poem, but i was flipping the pages too fast and lost it. Now i wanted to read the whole poem but couldn’t find it. Then it kind of dawned on me, the book already told me everything i needed to know… at least according to Vonnegut, right?