dont steal anymore, but used to.
chocolate bars.
back in the day,,
the thing was, my family didnt have a lot of money when we first arrived to canada. in fact, we had hardly any at all! i was only 4, but somehow it made hardly any difference to me, i was always content (remembering why brought me to self- realization). the one thing my mother always did (to surprise me, make my day...) was she would come home with a few chocolates for my sister, and myself; on occasion.
i remember eating chocolates as a child, brought me to this merciful moment of pure bliss where nothing else in the world really mattered. nothing could take my attention off eating chocolate coated waffer, or caramel, or some tasty shit like that.
anyways, time came and the relationship i had with my mother fell apart... she realized i was growing up and had other things on my mind, still tried very hard to keep things best for me. though i strayed away, there was only one thing that could bring me back to the unconditional love that used to be ever so present (and still is!!). a chocolate bar.
ive realized how independant bliss actually is, nothing can get me to that state better than simply being
no drugs, or even chocolate... maybe some meditation
it wasnt until now that ive made that connection. thanks for the psychonaut-food. gave me a wonderful realization.
i should see my mother...