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Contentment

I need peace. My mind is never quiet. Even when my mouth is quiet, my mind is still having a conversation with itself.  I gave you a taste a couple of days ago of the chaos which is my mind.  Either no one read it, or if you did read it, you have decided I am rat-shit, bat-shit crazy and you will no longer be coming to this blog because you have a fear of osmosis.  Is there a phobia for that?  I bet there is, but if there isn’t, there should be.  SEE??  I just did it again, off on some other tangent.  Squirrel!  Shiny Thing!

Back to the topic–peace, contentment.  Since meeting The Zen Master I have been mulling all of this over in my mind more than usual.  Why?  Because of this feeling of utter contentment I get when I am with him.  It truly caught me off guard.  Because not only was I utterly content when I was around him, I also had this strange feeling of exhiliration.  It would seem as though those two should never meet, doesn’t it?  Which is why I think it caught me off guard.  (I will be doing a follow-up entry to this specific combination of contentment and exhiliration in a coming blog.  I was googling soulmates today, and strangely enough this combination was mentioned.)

As I was saying, I can’t remember the last time I felt so content.  Right now I don’t feel content, I just feel tired, but I am speaking specifically of the time I was in the presence of The Zen Master.  Which led to me wondering if this feeling of contentment, if we at some point date and have a relationship, would continue.  If we were to be together would I feel this way in say, 5 years from now?  Or 10?  Will I always feel this when I am around him?  I just can’t ever remember feeling content.  The Zen Master seems to really be messing with my mind.  I want to see him again, so I can find out if that feeling of contentment is still there.  I have to see if I just made it up in my mind.  I don’t think I did though, because I even kind of get the same feeling when I talk to him on the phone.  He quiets my mind.  He brings me peace, and that’s quite a feat.

 

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