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And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Anonymous submission.
Raymond Carver
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Betty Lacy (8/26/2007 2:53:00 PM)
This poem by Raymond Carver speaks to my life. It happens to be my stock statement to everyone I am privileged to meet. I always tell them,
'Always remember You are beloved, too.' You would be surprised how many people do not believe they are 'beloved.' I quess it is because the word 'beloved'
is associated with death as in 'the dearly departed' and 'brides and grooms.'
Whatever the case, we are what we think we are, right? Beloved means,
'one who is greatly loved.' The whole world is searching for this state of acceptance, from others, but first we must see ourselves as we want to be seem.
We are mirrors of ourselves. What we project is what people see in us. I see myself as beloved, therefore 'I am.' We create our own reality, and others will believe our reality if we believe it first. Our thoughts are tools we create with.
When will we get this? A true Beloved |
Victor Lamont (6/30/2007 4:16:00 AM)
Such a statement about life and living. When ever I read it I am compelled to wish I belonged to those who are beloved on the earth. |
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