No, no, I am not a superstar… at least not yet. That I profess. It is still a long road to travel.
As much as I am, I am not. It is a matter of self-control, not entirely suppression. It is a matter of selective demonstration. In other words, mindfulness.
Being aware of what the self is up to – it really could be just about anything. An enormous wave of silence is extremely helpful in such periods of self-discovery. Oh well, since I mentioned self-discovery, I view life as one endless Self-Discovery Channel, which one could switch back and forth to refresh the mind and hopefully gain some form of experience from it.
I know I laugh a little too much – a bit awkward – but that was only my release, you know.
I know I kind of cry too, at times; that was another way for me to release. Just in case you have not noticed, but of course you have not.
Whatever I have done, it is only human that I did so. It has been a hell lot of fun watching each chapter unfold on its own. However, all of nature allows that even the strongest mind – and heart – will face a load of bricks hurling straight at his thoughts and smashing them and shattering them to a thousand pieces. And all the poor soul must do, of course, is break down and pour out seemingly endless streams of tears from the corners of the eyelids.
Nature permits release of emotions in subtle ways; why else would there be several facial muscles, twitching all together at once, to put up that sweet smile on that pretty face, and thence light up the world around.
There also is Anger, and Pain, and Hurt, and Jealousy – but the mind shall choose as it pleases what it wishes to display.
Just a part of life.