I have no interest in one night stands.
I have no interest in 6 month stands.
I have no interest in love made for movie screens.
I want for someone to take my body and soul,
and spend the rest of their life with me.
I want another human to fall asleep next to me
tomorrow and the next day and an eternity after that.
Someone who I wake up next to and never have wonder if they are going to leave.
So what makes us hippies?" Paul continued. "Is it the shaggy clothes we wear from some flea-market? The music we listen to made by other hippies? Our long hair and the stuff we smoke? Is it being against the war and looking for alternatives to this materialistic society?" Well, it was. "Maybe more than that," I added, "maybe it’s a search for our roots, if there ever were any. There have always been wars since the beginning of time. Always someone wanting to rule over another. There have been wise men showing better ways, but they’ve been ignored or persecuted. This big move worldwide of the hippies is unique, it seems like many people have woken up and want to find their way back to a simpler life and to connect with the wisdom and source that would bring peace inside.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.