Poet's quill ... Nevermore
There are moments when I try and tap into poetry, especially when the emotions get far to strong to handle. Today is that day and I have something that can very much describe the mood.
An insight into a random certified idiot :p on the Interwebs
There are moments when I try and tap into poetry, especially when the emotions get far to strong to handle. Today is that day and I have something that can very much describe the mood.
Puzzled by the headline? I would be too on the first glance. But sit back, grab a cup of tea or coffee, maybe a treat and let’s go on the journey. I know not many will be in a mood for an attempt at philosophy, especially from some random guy with black fur, wolf muzzle and an oversized fuzzy tail but hey, if anything, consider this a bit of a weird distraction and food for thought.
Yup, you’re reading the headline right. This is the mixture of feelings I’m currently fueled by, writing these lines and sipping on my afternoon coffee. On this day, I woke up, got up and, despite it being highly unwise (I never said I’m wise and if I did … take it with a grain of salt :p), I asked myself “Will I be surprised? Or was I right all along?” So I took a peek and well, see the headline. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy. C’mon, being happy about this would make go against my own integrity. But frankly, seeing the amounts of hope felt to me as if many kind of forgot the reality of how it got into this mess. So, why am I typing all this out? Partly to vent a little bit of frustration and partly to create a form of reality check. Will it piss you off? Oh, I’m sure it will. And you’re very much in the right to feel the way. So, let’s kick you in the teeth first. Then I’ll break every single bone in your body. Then, I’ll grab the surgery tools and start putting all the broken pieces together. Slowly, patiently, making sure everything is properly aligned and in the right place.
Whoo boy, am I in a ranty mood again. Doesn’t really help given the recent climate, both natural and social. Breaking my barrier and being more aware of certain things in social space of course has me witness some unsettling thought processes and frankly, it’s tiring. It’s draining to see the insanity of people shouting loudly about who’s the next best thing. It’s infuriating to watch people being used as tools and tokens to bolster one’s self-perceived power and reach.
Been a while since I got into writing. And we’re back with the “unlucky 13”. I’ve lately stumbled upon some folks talking in public about their life struggles, ,venting their issues with other folks which caused them grief and how to apporach this. Often we get into a point where we “hold a grudge” if that trauma is massive and any reminder throws us back into the time we were experiencing the “torture”. This not only fuels our PTSD but can develop further into something worse. But when someone starts talking about forgiveness, we immediately go on full defence because we’re taught “forgiveness = everything’s fine, let’s start over”. However, that’s not true. Not at all, my dear reader. Forgiveness can in fact have a completely different form. Let me show some of them and as usual, we start with a quote; a short one and very much on point:
Forgive, but do not forget.
Pure, innocent, cherished, protected; but also painfully sincere, sometimes clumsy and savage. That’s basically kids in a nutshell. Carefree, unburdened by the social happenings, just living their lives as fully as they can. And we, the adults, look back at those times that felt simpler and joyful and we try to experience some of it while having our minds burdened by the requirements of life and doing the most to protect our little treasures and prepare them for their future.
And yet, in our goal of protecting our most precious, we often stumble horribly and even fail utterly miserably. And then we wonder why there is so much evil. Why are the little ones unhappy? Why do they rebel so much? What did we do wrong? It’s for their own good.
It’s for their own good.
We all like to improve. We like to get promotions at work, getting better in games, getting better in sports … we like improvement in general and we someitmes go to great lengths to chase it. Improved tools, new trainings; all the things that make that sponge in our heads bubble with action and sometimes our muscles ache from all the gains. But is it all we should do? And how to do this in a healthy manner? How to, using the popular quote, “Check ourselves so we don’t wreck ourselves?” In today’s chapter I’m going to look on two thoughts that I keep close to myself regarding personal growth and improvement. Now, I’m not offering advice on how to grow, I’m not a life coach. My goal instead will be to look on things that could make the growth mindset actually do more harm than good and what to do to not step into that trap.
I must not fear. Fear is a mind-killer. Fear is a little death that brings total obliteration …
By borrowing the inital verses of Litany Against Fear, known these days mostly through the Dune franchise, we’ll take a peek into today’s perception of fear and how it makes people do really bad decision in long-term. And also how it’s extremely weaponised by the manipulative and/or hopelessly naive.
Been a little ranty lately so let’s dive into something calmer for a change. And as you can probably guess from the headline, it’s going to be a bit more personal (yay, you get “rewarded” with having my brain picked). Some of it will also relate to my relatively recent post about the myths about autists and you might find out that I can relate to some of their struggles despite not being diagnosed as one. Hence why I’m learning to answer “I can’t say for certain.” when anyone asks me if I’m autistic. So, here’s my brain on the table. Let’s poke it.
Something that’s been grinding my gears from time to time and now I have the space to let it out. This could also fit into the self-mentoring series but there isn’t really any “mentoring” part.
Ever heard someone being called gifted? Have you been called gifted yourself? Maybe you’re great with art or sports. Or you’re really smart when it comes to certain field so you start delving into science. Me personally, I’m quite a quick learner and despite my already “advanced age“ (yes, I’m joking about being old despite being just above level 30), I can still pick up a skill and get into to it quite easily or gain knowledge with little effort. Would that put me into a “gifted” category? It probably did when I was a kid. Are all these beneficial? From practical standpoint, sure. From mental standpoint however, that’s a bit of a different story.