| Wednesday |
| false reality - a frame of mind |
When you say you're okay, do you really mean it? Is it just your own method of coping with it for the meantime, until you realise that you're really not okay? Or you say it when you are truly okay?
Okay is such a funny word.
Sometimes we can get caught up with what's real and what's simply a figament of imagination. We've all had the odd times when you wake up in the morning from a scarily realistic dream, only to find that we had been sleeping the whole time. But have you ever thought that maybe we are still in a dream right this moment. Everything's fake, everything will sort itself out, everything is gonna be okay when you finally decide to wake up? Or maybe that thought is simply an attempt through which one is fooling onself, and just wishing that reality is not reality. And when will you decide to wake up? In fact, is that decision really in your hands and under your control? Often, it's not.
For the strong, perhaps they are able to bend the so called fourth dimension, and decide to with their enormous will power, to wake up whenever they wish. But for the weak, it's not that simple. It requires hard work, constant fighting, enormous effort, and thus, it is no wonder why so many give up fighting the war. In forfeiting, they have put a halt to their lives, and resort to the far-from-ideal solution of going with the wind, wherever it may take them. But that is dangerous.
Maybe the one with the magnificent power of bringing us back to reality is Herself evil, and takes joy in seeing you asleep admist the dangers. Watching you stumble through, struggling to get by, yet not lending you a hand and helping you dodge the bullets that may come your way. But alas, you are still lost in a false reality. The longer She makes you stay in this frame of mind, the more enjoyment she experiences, and the chances of Her waking you up to reality gradually diminish. But remember, the longer you spend there, the harder it is to come out of it. But what can you do when you consider yourself to be weak? The answer is nothing. You will lose the fight.
To overcome this evil force that is slowly dragging you down into forever darkness, you must learn to be strong. It is easier said than done. You attempt once and you fail. Then you attempt again, and again, and continue thriving until you see the light at the end of the tunnel. Who knows how long that tunnel may be? Perhaps the light is just a corner away in which case, it will be silly for one to give up now. But perhaps it's still a marathon away. The tunnel is filled with silent, deadly darkness and cleverly placed obstacles, and the only way to survive is to keep persisting. You may trip and you may stumble. But so long as you find your ground, get up and keep going in the right direction, the opening is awaiting you.
Knowing trees, i understand patience.
Knowing grass, i understand persistence.
You may have both the patience and persistence to get there. But all you need is encouragement and assistance. Someone to simply put out their hand once in a while to help you when you stumble, to guide you when you lose your way, to yell at you when you shrivel up and feel the urge to turn around and go back to the beginning. Sometimes, an encouraging word is all that is necessary. But without it doesn't always mean failure. It just means that it will take longer to get back up after a stumble, take more positive self talk and will power to guide yourself through. Stand alone yet not be afraid. But that is not for the weak to try, for they will fail.
note: i'm not proof reading this post 'cause i can't be bothered. in fact, 'cause i think it's so much crap compiled into one write up that crap entangles onto more crap and the whole thing suddenly becomes even more crapier than the crap it started off with. do not be worried if you struggle to understand me, for i am still trying to understand myself. |
posted by sciurine @ 11:24 PM   |
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