It Hurts

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It Hurts

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. Albert Einstein

I wish it would stop  hurting. I wish I could stop crying. It doesn’t ever stop does it? It always hurts. Always. I thought I was ok, I lied. Sorry the pain never stops………….ever

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About Jaz

Hello and welcome to my Buddha Blog. Let me take a brief moment to tell you a little about me. I am a musician (lead vocalist/rhythm guitar player) that has been playing pro for over 20 years. The link for my myspace page is listed at the top of this blog. I'm an artist, amateur chef (mad scientist), I am a staff writer for Knoji.com (previously known as Factoidz and you can find my articles at the link at the top of my blogs. I am very hippy Bohemian person and live by my nature and the nature of things around me. Me.I have been studying Buddhism for about 2 years now and even though I am not always following what I am learning because of my nature I am trying on a daily basis to better understand myself, those around me and my place in life. I love nature, animals, reading, riding my mountain bike and a plethora of other things. I love people and I love STUFF! So, feel free to drop me a note on my e-mail or blog. I would love to hear your thoughts. Peace! Jaz

7 Responses »

  1. Hey girl….. you had a go….. that’s worth a million dollars…!
    What’s not good, is not having a go and always wondering….
    So now you know what’s missing and what you have to do…
    I’d say that’s a bloody good thing…
    Luv ya…. get up and get going…. ;)

  2. You really dug into the head banging heavy metal in those last few posts! My feet were stomping and hands banging. Unfortunately, I couldn’t sing along witih any of them because I use voice recognition software, so my mouth was already busy. lol

  3. I won’t give the psycho babble about the cycles of emotions you’re going through, I’m sorry you feel this way and I hope whatever is happening to you is over soon, and I have to applaud the creative way you’ve found to deal with it.

      • Yes, I’ve been called Kat before, and I’m good with it, especially since a large alley cat taught me to walk when I was a child (true story) he was my guardian until I was about 5, I might post about it someday, thanks for stirring that memory, :-)

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