The Velveteen Rabbit

I identity with the velveteen rabbit.

In a way, like him I want to be “real”.

In spiritual terms you can say ascend.

I long for the familiar feeling of my Mother and Grandmother, that special love from family.

The velveteen rabbit also longed for that kinship. He admired the freedom the real bunnies had outside, not being confined to just the playroom. The bunny felt wonderful when he was picked by the boy to be his favorite toy.

I too want to feel special and safe and loved. Like the velveteen rabbit, I have come to a hard realization.

That this world is cruel and I am expendable at the whim of the government, or whatever ruling class there is and I can be thrown away just like he was.

This is why I don’t want to be here anymore, life without meaning has no joy and without joy what is the point?