Beautiful endings

I'm sad. I don't understand people at all. Almost all the people I meet need something. I need almost nothing. I certainly won't ask anything of you. I don't understand why people keep getting angry with me, or disappointed because I don't give them what they need. If they would tell me what they need I would either do my best to give it to them, or tell them why I can't. But people don't tell me what they need. They seem to expect me to know without them saying. As if it is just obvious. But nothing is obvious. I know what I need, and I am the sole owner of that need. Why do others expect me to meet their needs without them owning the need themselves?

I still feel like an alien. Lile I got dropped off here and now by accident. My understanding of life doesn't seem to match with anyone else's understanding.

So what do I do? I trust my higher power. I am here, and I am here in someone else's life because that's where I am supposed to be. To play my single, solitary note at the exact moment in the universal symphony that it is required. And god tells me when to play it.

So, I come to the ocean for the peace that it gives me. I don't know what I am supposed to be doing in this life, but I trust that my father knows, and that he will put me exactly where and when he wants me.

Tommorow I move back to the hostel. I have my reservation, and enough money to pay for a week, or as long as I need. I'm sad to lose a friend, but I don't want, or have to live somewhere where someone gets angry with me every 10-14 days. I am what I am. God thinks I'm beautiful, and that's all I need. His will is perfect, his love is sufficient.

Nothing else to say, except that the waves are calm, the breeze is a kind of january florida cool, my boat is speeding toward me like a locomotive, and everything is exactly as it should be. Peace, love, and a beautiful sunset to you.