This entry doesn’t really need much explanation, except that to say that indeed, I have accomplished my task, ’cause as you may or may not know by now, I love the ever loving SHIT out of myself! Why is that you ask? Because every single time I look at my reflection in a mirror, it’s not me I see … IT’S HIM:
No, I take that back. What I really meant to say is YOU AND GOD! Not you and someone else. Not you and somewhere else. Not you and strangers, fame, fortune, stuff, drugs, alcohol, food, or lust. Just you, yourself, and that EPIC fucking reflection in the mirror that you’ve been refusing to make peace with and fall in love with the way God fell in love with you two billion infinite eons before you were even born. He never meant for us to seek the pleasures of this world … that’s the trick the devil did. God wants to be the One to bring you happiness and peace, because if anyone besides us knows how the world keeps disappointing us, it’s Him! He wants us to turn to Him, then right back to ourselves, so we don’t hurt ourselves or anyone else for sport.
(“Rise Up To YOU!“)
Pray God that all you beautiful souls who are reading this right now have, too, accomplished “your task” and become your own greatest love story and hero. Happy Birthday, Rumi. May you truly be resting in peace, wise sage.
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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