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Tossed Salad
Mar. 9th, 2019 12:02 amThere are times when you come to realize your spirit is being broken down to its very essence. You don't know why, or understand what, you've done to anger the Gods, you only know that you must have, to feel so ...defeated.
Demons chase you, yet you still refuse to relinquish your last thread of hope for spiritual peace. Hope is the key for survival, giving man the ability to assimilate negatives, and find the positives.
Frustration and anger provokes your soul's unrest, especially when you can't immediately find the resources you need to combat those negatives. Is that what breaking of the spirit means?
A human's ability to bear suffering in tireless stoicism is valiant ; yet man's inability to learn from suffering IS tragic.
Many a religious text has it written, to view, and live, your life as a child; But this is for the child wanted and loved.
A child that's had a chance to grow through the years, surrounded by the safety of their parents arms; Secure in the knowing that someone stronger who loves them will take care of things that go bump in the night, or boo in the day.
But what if one never had the chance to be that happy child? What if you're innocence was spoiled and abused? What kind of perspective would that child have?
Regression? Or envy toward those that did have love?Would you even have innocent hope left?
If one can't get through a day and acknowledge the beauty of a bird's flight, the curve of a toddler's cheek, or the laughter in a dog's eyes or discover the simple joy of blowing bubbles?
Is it to try and help you find your way back to simple things? Are we to fill up on the rainbows and bubbles, and share that simple joy with others? Is that what it means.
To make others smile even while your heart is filled with anger and frustration, sorrow and madness?
To not denounce the deities, but to give thanks for the bubbles in the breeze? The very breeze itself?
To understand there still is love and hope out there. That someone will hear our cries, and dry our tears, kiss the boo-boos to make the hurt go away, or at least help to find a peaceful resolution for the frustration.
As for me, I will endeavour to somehow find the strength to abide, that things will simply be, what they are supposed to be.
Demons chase you, yet you still refuse to relinquish your last thread of hope for spiritual peace. Hope is the key for survival, giving man the ability to assimilate negatives, and find the positives.
Frustration and anger provokes your soul's unrest, especially when you can't immediately find the resources you need to combat those negatives. Is that what breaking of the spirit means?
A human's ability to bear suffering in tireless stoicism is valiant ; yet man's inability to learn from suffering IS tragic.
Many a religious text has it written, to view, and live, your life as a child; But this is for the child wanted and loved.
A child that's had a chance to grow through the years, surrounded by the safety of their parents arms; Secure in the knowing that someone stronger who loves them will take care of things that go bump in the night, or boo in the day.
But what if one never had the chance to be that happy child? What if you're innocence was spoiled and abused? What kind of perspective would that child have?
Regression? Or envy toward those that did have love?Would you even have innocent hope left?
If one can't get through a day and acknowledge the beauty of a bird's flight, the curve of a toddler's cheek, or the laughter in a dog's eyes or discover the simple joy of blowing bubbles?
Is it to try and help you find your way back to simple things? Are we to fill up on the rainbows and bubbles, and share that simple joy with others? Is that what it means.
To make others smile even while your heart is filled with anger and frustration, sorrow and madness?
To not denounce the deities, but to give thanks for the bubbles in the breeze? The very breeze itself?
To understand there still is love and hope out there. That someone will hear our cries, and dry our tears, kiss the boo-boos to make the hurt go away, or at least help to find a peaceful resolution for the frustration.
As for me, I will endeavour to somehow find the strength to abide, that things will simply be, what they are supposed to be.
