I think the worst part of any day is me running from my humanity.
You can’t stick an orange in an apple tree and call it an orange tree.
You are the fruit you bear.
Like I can’t claim to have the fruit of patience if I’m constantly p*ssed off at people.
I’m no orange tree but I want to be.
You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds;
Metanoia. Guess it’s all in the mind.
The battle to change the defects in your life is always a mental battle. It starts in the mind, and it’s won or lost there.
On a side note: I had the weirdest dream within a dream of a friend owning a demon-possessed ring and me running out into the streets in my pyjamas.
On a pedal side note: This is what I’m talking about!
Thinking of: Oranges, Crash Bandicoot, Ern Suey’s grandmother’s ring, Lorelai, DNA and how it’s already WEDNESDAY!