evilfelix

Im bored so Im just gonna write noweven thought there's nothing to write about. I took a cab to the waterfront mission today to look around and I actually found something amongst the stretch pants and christmas sweaters, an old black and white checkered skirt, $5.50, yay! well the rest of my day kinda dragged on, I went to that coffee house by my school and somebody had scratched a poem from Rumi on the table

"This being human is a guest house, every morning a ewn arrival. A joy, a depresion, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.Welcome and enetrtain them all! Even they're a crowd of sorrows that violently sweep your house empty of its furniture. Still treat each guest honorably. He might be clearing you out for some new thought. the dak thought, the shame, the malicy, meet them all at the door laughing and invite them in.Be grateful for whatever comes because each has been sent as a guide from beyond"

Now the first thing that came to my mind was BULLSHIT, I could without all the unwanted "guest" in my life,but I was already pissed off about shit that happened days ago but when I finally cooled out and thought about it I understand, and well I have been doing that all my life, but then I thought how easy it is to mistake wisdom for just eloquent common knowlegde...Then I wonder who actually had the patience to sit there and scratch that on the table...