Tag: love

  • I’m a victim…of you…and me.

    I look around these days and see more people depressed, downtrodden, suicidal, and hopeless compared to people that have wholesome lives, a healthy self-esteem, and a general appreciation for the good that they have and the good that they are. For every person that I’ve seen going through intense despair or depression or self-loathing, I’ve witnessed the cause of their anguish to be based on either one of two things…acceptance by their families, or acceptance by society. 

    Non-acceptance by family, in my opinion, is infinitely more painful and destructive because there’s a blood tie that won’t ever completely recede. So our need to be part of a bonded structure will always gnaw at us. 

    On the other hand, non-acceptance by society is infinitely more confusing. Almost every single time I’ve witnessed that non-acceptance to be based on the appearance or social integration of the individual, yet those same individuals refuse to acknowledge that they’re trying to fit in with ridiculous stereotypical expectations of the lame-minded, and in doing so, they perpetuate that very same destructive social culture that brought them to that point.

    Let’s judge people on their looks, and then mourn the loss of another teenager to suicide because she was never thin enough, pretty enough, lewd enough, religious enough, intelligent enough or simply not enough because they judge based on unrealistic icons rather than appreciating the unique beauty that is staring right at them. 

    Let’s completely forget that the rights of the community is greater than the rights of the individual so that we may never achieve the wholesomeness of past generations. The more liberated we become, the more enslaved our minds are. So we spurn those that are different, and torment those that choose to be different, because the majority have been brain washed into believing that fitting in is more important than being sincere. 

    We’ve become obsessed with our individual right of expression, and oblivious to the impact of our actions and decisions on those around us. Yet, when we suffer from the harsh effects of exactly that same selfishness, we fail to see the selfishness in our own actions, and so we continue fooling ourselves into believing that society is what causes us this pain and anguish, not realising that we actively support that very same societal standard that brought us to this point, and pushed many beyond. 

    All these selfish individuals that actively subscribe to these selfish standards of society are members of those very same family units that fail to accept some of its own flesh and blood. And so the vicious cycle continues.

  • Sometimes we sacrifice what we need to give happiness to others, be they loved or not. But when we expect something in return, it means that it wasn’t a sacrifice to begin with, but rather an exaggerated hope. 

  • To tortured souls who self-harm…

    “You didn’t put the knife down because you weren’t ready to. You still have a need to hold on to the certainty of the pain that drives you to that point, rather than face the daunting possibility of hope by letting go and trying to believe again. Don’t see it as a weakness. It’s just a choice. A painful choice, but nonetheless, a choice. But until you’re ready to take the brave step of moving beyond what got you to this point, you’ll never be ready to put the knife down. Know that you’re not alone, and realise that you’re not weak. The final choice will always be yours to make. No one else’s. But sometimes, making those choices require us to give up on something or someone that we’re not ready to give up on. So that’s what you need to decide. That’s what you need to realise. That’s what you, and only you, can do for yourself. The rest of us can only support you, empathise with you, or avoid you if what you’re doing reminds us too much about our own weaknesses that we’re not ready to face. But ultimately, the choice can only be yours.”

    This was in response to someone that was deriding herself about not being able to resist the temptation to cut again…my heart goes out to her and others like her that see self-harm as the only way to release the pain and anguish that they feel in their lives. I wish people would pay more attention to those around them. I wish people would be more sensitive about what they say or do, no matter how much they would like to believe they don’t have the power to hurt others. 

    I believe that vindictive and cruel people are only that way because they have a twisted need to feel powerful, because they lack the self-worth and wisdom to realise that being kind is infinitely more courageous than being cruel. If you’ve had a bad day, don’t take it out on your kids, or your significant others. They may love you too much, or be too afraid to respond or retaliate, but the impact of your words will often leave scars on them, and not just in their hearts.

  • To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.

    Arundhati Roy (via make-me-smile)

  • And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make ~ The Beatles

  • errmmmm, it could also be considered naivety…and if it goes beyond that, then it’s just foolishness, or perhaps a misdirected investment of sincerity and affection…or maybe it’s being out of touch with reality…or just a cry for help because you neeeeed someone to love you back…or maybe I’m just too damn jaded to know what it is at all. Yeah…that’s probably it. Trust the Pooh, not the jaded one.