If you won’t recognize that you are spoiled, it’s time that you do,
for you must first recognize your spoil before and in order to recognize what is ordinary; the value of ordinariness; how liberating the ascertainment of being ordinary is.
If you were to live in a home with food on the table and your own bed to sleep in, but with nothing else, (the house has no frippery, neither do you; iPods, etc.), how long would you last?
Whether that be five minutes, five days, or five years – if you can ascribe a time to how long you could “last” without frippery, then you do not know the value of life – which is made only of ordinary parts; therefore, if you cannot live in ordinariness limitlessly, then you are lifeless: spoiled, Egotistical, and self-absorbed, but, moreover, lost (unknowing of the ordinary things that make the path of livelihood, as your life itself is smothered by the superordinary (frippery)).

I do not want anyone to be lost.
I do not want anyone to forgo themselves, the essence and the beauty of selves themselves and together with other selves – for the intricate mess of frippery, which is a foggy mirror wherethrough selfdom, alone and in togetherness, can never be realized – intangible – for the person who looks through a foggy mirror only ever realizes, feels a semblance of who he is and who everyone else is and what the world offers.
When you say that you cannot “last” without frippery, it is the same as saying that, therewithout, you cannot feel; as all we desire is to feel – we avert situations where we cannot, and try to forge a stronghold in the places that we can.
However, what do you feel with frippery?
Is it not an emptiness which you are so fond of and cling to?
Is it not that you are so accustomed to emptiness that you mistake it for fullness,
and when you come into tangibility with fullness you mistake it for emptiness?
It is so. For most of you do demonstrate an existence that for meaning clings so dearly to frippery, holds with percievably unclaspable hands emptiness; emptiness in your hands,
as if some notion of life, you nurture that emptiness, deadness.

I have lost everything. My everything. Which is your everything, too.
Our everythings are composed of four systems: the mental, the emotional, the physical, and the spiritual.
My mental system?
If my mind began an egg in a nest, in a tall evergreen tree, the egg fell, and splattered onto the ground before it could be – imagine the mind, as an egg broken a mess.
Before I became, before I had a mentality (other than apathy), this was me.
My emotional system?
If I were only an emotional being, I would look for lovers like love could only be had by another being; it if I did find that being, the love was never good, for if cupid’s arrow did hit, my love missed me.
My physical system?
Imagine you had no stomach, no gut, but you were a pitless being. You could linger on for long, water without food, as chronically your energies, into nothingness, recede – I was taught the value of my body, when my body I took away from me.
My spiritual system?
I had no notion of God, who (HA!) or what that could be. But God is Everywhere, He is the Nature of Things.
Are you in touch with the nature of things? The mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual systems which are yours and everyone’s, and collectively make the world a beautiful thing?
Or do you forgo what is ordinary, an abject being indulgent, “rich” with frippery?
Therewith – never have you been without – you cannot know the value of being ordinary, or life, which is composed of only ordinary parts; get to know those parts, you otherwise will lose (yourself, and perhaps more), because there is no you (or anybody) in frippery.

“I’m happy WITH this person”.
And without, you still are who you were before, are you not incomplete in your self?

And so, you are in a relationship of dependence and need, and therefore it is predestined to fail.

How can you love someone else, when you do not love yourself? You cannot.

But you will look again to someone else.
The cycle of starting-up and breaking-off repeats.
Why do you not ever look to your self?
What is your nonsensical concept of the one? An excuse.
An excuse to cycle through so many partners, because there’s ONLY ONE who fits the boot.
In truth, there are hundreds (for some of you, thousands).
The problem, then, is your self.

Instead of building with someone else, build your self.
You will have satisfaction and completeness, and not need look in anyone else for that, for you already have it.

Then, at some point, there will be the one.
This one is the one because rather than love out of default and need, you have love out of choice and want.
That is the everlasting bond.

It is too often, however, I see “relationships” develop out of default. You love someone because, in not loving your self, you need someone to do it for you. Therein was no choice to a partner, but a subconscious dictation; needing someone.

We should be concerned with ourselves, to see to it that we are built and our sought potential achieved. Because it is the ideology of a relationship that one’s partner comes first, and one second. In that sacrifice, we could forgo our potential, depending on the grandeur or modesty of our goals. Yet we have those that are incomplete such that that they are subconsciously directed onto someone else! How will that incomplete person be built, if he is busy building something (predestined to fail) but not himself?

It bears significance that there is the term “hopeless romantic” but, there is not “hopeless love”, is there? It is romantic to think that a partner will solve your incompleteness, it is as well hopeless. Before building with someone else, build your self.