My Desire

My desire is to be good. To manifest goodness.

I felt myself to be one who has been beaten. One who has endured major traumas from an early age, yet who is here, alive. Like King Kong, had he survived that plane attack, left, now, alone, with no more immediate threats pending upon him; having now only to contend with his own intrinsic nature. “Am I good or evil?” “Where do I go from here?” “My best chance is to keep sight of my love and serve it.” My instinct guides me. A hard part is waiting for the “orders” from it. What do I do until they come? And then I see that they’re coming more frequently or constantly than I had imagined or been aware of. An instinctual being is a loving being. He will only serve good.