Sometimes a person can be pushed so far that they reach a point beyond fear; be it fear of persecution, fear of ridicule, fear of isolation or a fear of conscience. A point, a place where you find a strange peace, where you free yourself to do the right thing... Because sometimes, that's just about the hardest thing to do.
Its a question that used to nag me, gnaw at my insides a long long time ago. If I am desperately trying to hold on to something, and then comes along a call to do the right thing, would I be able to open my hand, release it and let it go? Would I be able to indulge in that particular act of personal downsizing? Will I be able to rid myself of the unnecessary things that continue to bind me to my past?
Downsizing is about pinching, restricting, cutting back while keeping yesterday's dreams alive. Divesting is about freedom, expression and dreaming new dreams. Sometimes can't have one without the other... And then the sense of freedom we experience is so much warped. Is that truly being happy?
Its like having a secret identity when you are not really doing something to merit the need of the same. But yes, once in a while you do need the space, just to be able to breath and feel some proximity to all that you have lost.
When you are scuba-diving in deep water, you are totally encircled by light, because the water tends to diffuse whatever little light you have. You're also weightless so there is no sense of gravity, hence you have absolutely no clue which way to go, to get out of the water.
Surrounded in that aura of light and weightlessness, its easy to get disoriented and lose your sense of direction. Like I wrote earlier, all we have to do is follow our bubbles because that damn thing is always right, whatever our limited sense of perception says.
The philosophy "If it feels good, it must be right" is false and hence dangerous. Our feelings can play all sorts of tricks on us. Its important not to be denying or repressing our feelings, because we can trust them. What we cannot trust is our interpretation of them.
Sometimes I feel Life moves on before We do...
No I do not know where all the above stemmed from! I guess I was just being true to my...hehe...true self! No wonder the title doesn't make sense when I read the post.
Anyway time to hit the gym! Just had 7 hours of consciousness on Sunday, so nothing much to write about the 1-day long weekend. Monday Morning blues have started to creep in already.
And before I sign off, breaking news... Many folks who did not read my older posts until much later tell me they wanted to leave comments but did not do so, because the post was so old. Comments are like compliments people, be they nice, indifferent or nasty! So if you wanna laud my effort, or curse me, feel free to comment. When or how much later you choose to do it, does not make a difference!
Have a great day folks!
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Playlist: Mea Kulpa - Enigma
Its a question that used to nag me, gnaw at my insides a long long time ago. If I am desperately trying to hold on to something, and then comes along a call to do the right thing, would I be able to open my hand, release it and let it go? Would I be able to indulge in that particular act of personal downsizing? Will I be able to rid myself of the unnecessary things that continue to bind me to my past?
Downsizing is about pinching, restricting, cutting back while keeping yesterday's dreams alive. Divesting is about freedom, expression and dreaming new dreams. Sometimes can't have one without the other... And then the sense of freedom we experience is so much warped. Is that truly being happy?
Its like having a secret identity when you are not really doing something to merit the need of the same. But yes, once in a while you do need the space, just to be able to breath and feel some proximity to all that you have lost.
When you are scuba-diving in deep water, you are totally encircled by light, because the water tends to diffuse whatever little light you have. You're also weightless so there is no sense of gravity, hence you have absolutely no clue which way to go, to get out of the water.
Surrounded in that aura of light and weightlessness, its easy to get disoriented and lose your sense of direction. Like I wrote earlier, all we have to do is follow our bubbles because that damn thing is always right, whatever our limited sense of perception says.
The philosophy "If it feels good, it must be right" is false and hence dangerous. Our feelings can play all sorts of tricks on us. Its important not to be denying or repressing our feelings, because we can trust them. What we cannot trust is our interpretation of them.
Sometimes I feel Life moves on before We do...
No I do not know where all the above stemmed from! I guess I was just being true to my...hehe...true self! No wonder the title doesn't make sense when I read the post.
Anyway time to hit the gym! Just had 7 hours of consciousness on Sunday, so nothing much to write about the 1-day long weekend. Monday Morning blues have started to creep in already.
And before I sign off, breaking news... Many folks who did not read my older posts until much later tell me they wanted to leave comments but did not do so, because the post was so old. Comments are like compliments people, be they nice, indifferent or nasty! So if you wanna laud my effort, or curse me, feel free to comment. When or how much later you choose to do it, does not make a difference!
Have a great day folks!
Feel Like: YAWN!
Playlist: Mea Kulpa - Enigma
