Love’s Futility

Knowing you by peekabooitsjeru

Knowing you, hurt me.
Knowing you, brought pain.
Knowing you, felt great at once.
Knowing you, made me happy.

But in the end,
Knowing you, drove me insane.

Please set me free by hecblogger

I don’t love you anymore
my dear, please set me free
please move on, I implore
I don’t love you anymore
whatever it was, is no more
this dead love let’s bury
I don’t love you anymore
my dear, please set me free

 

I found these sentiments on July 12, 2019, by two separate people about the almost identical concept. It’s one many of us who inhabit this earth has faced at one time or another. I’ve sat with both pieces for about two months now and this is the conclusion I’ve reached…

 

I will add that it only applies to some loves. 🙂

Ka-Ching

We frequently see acclaim for those in the public eye who wear their good fortune openly and flash their success onto the masses who possess none. They lead a charmed, even envied life. You know them by their appearance, their amassed wealth, and titles of importance. They have extreme visibility and name recognition.

I would venture a guess those fortunate few know exactly how uncomfortable life would be for them without money. They understand not having money means not only less comfort but less luxury as well. There is no such thing as being pampered when you are an average person. I suspect this is why they do everything in their power to ensure they will never have to live like a poor person. Who wants to be living in distress, battling disease or injury on top of the day to day stresses? What I observe is the rich insulating themselves in their own little worlds to avoid the crises and tragedies the average person must usually endure. Obscene wealth helps them control their environment in a way to mitigate what regular citizens see as life always just happening to them. The less fortunate are, at the very least, having to cope daily and trying not to succumb in the process. It’s a hustle all the time, and full of pressure.

Rich people don’t cope. They don’t have to. All that is required is to manage because they have the breathing room to do so. Ka-Ching!

And the moral of the story? The label middle-class seems like the best place to reside.

My Other Babies

Writing pieces for publication is like having children.

Each one I give birth to (write) will be nurtured (reviewed & edited) until it is grown-up (complete). Then I reluctantly let it go out into the world (publish it). My hope is that it is written well enough to have an impact on the world in a positive way.

My descendants (inspired audience) will continue the good that was started with just an idea or brief thought to hopefully make this world a better place.

May my legacy (my other babies) be remembered well.

Originally posted at Susi’s Soap Box 6/5/2013

321 Quote Me – Knowledge

 

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I have been tagged by Sadje – Keep It Alive to participate in this challenge. Thanks a lot, Sadje for the tag! This tag was originally created by Rory – A Guy Called Bloke.

Guidelines: 321 Quote Me!

Thank the Selector
Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘321 Quote Me!’

My selections…

“The greater our knowledge increases the more our ignorance unfolds.” John F. Kennedy

“I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think.” Socrates

My nominees…

Chuck – The Reluctant Poet
Dorinda – Night Owl Poetry
Jen – A little this, a little that, some real and some imaginings.

 

#321quoteme

 

Progress/Schmogress

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Forward or back?

One could argue going back is not a bad thing, although most would say forward is the only way. That’s progress.

Forward = Progress, Backwards = Failure

Is it really, though?

Some things might be better with progress, but it would seem to also create more to solve or resolve. Don’t you think?

We forget that some things, not all things, were actually easier just to feel content with. It didn’t require advancement. It was an acceptance of something good and held some ease for us because it was ingrained in us. That isn’t always a bad thing.

As much as I love progress and doing things better (and I really do!),  I’ve also found that development introduces a new level of “work” that has to be incorporated. It actually means adjusting in a way to what is easier but then requires more effort to be “aware.” It fills your mind to the point where you’re at a maximum state of involvement. Is that really progress? For me, it just means another challenge to balance.

It’s like we are more engaged in a way but not meaningfully. So I feel like simplification is distancing us from meaning. How then is this progress a good thing?

I, for one, would like to remain genuinely invested in this world.

What about you – how do you feel about progress?

Music And Balance

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I know that I have a need to let music embody me for enjoyment. It’s also a distraction for loneliness or wanting to feel nostalgic about a memory. And sometimes just headbanging intensely with a good AC/DC tune is good for the soul. There are quite a few artists that I like and for so many different reasons. My tastes run a wide berth, and across all time and genres.

Reflecting on my teenage years, I realize I used music quite heavily to navigate some of the emotional chaos in my life at that time. Shaking off the demons accompanied by music was quite cathartic for me then.  In my youth, whenever I required a release of pent up emotions, I’d turn on the record player. My go-to album was Genesis – A Trick of the Tail. I’d start by playing the song Ripples and let all the deep, sobbing emotions rise to the top as I simultaneously cried and sang out all the angst. A sort of purge, if you will. Next came A Trick of the Tail to set my mind on a path of a take-charge, purposeful freedom. Lastly, Los Endos to take all the heartfelt emotions which erupted with the first song, allowing them to build again into a fever pitch of strength and control. Feeling them explode with the crescendo of the song, emerging spent and empty, that was the goal and what saved me from going deeper inside. This was my process when living became all too much. It allowed me to escape from my own destruction. And kept me from being committed.

It’s interesting that I find peace and quiet are what I relish most being a grownup. But maybe tapping into such a focused release might do me some good in my older years too.

Purpose

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Sydney Sims

Pain is a part of life. Every one of us will experience or have to endure pain.

Minimizing pain requires knowledge, wisdom, action, and bandaids.
Alleviating pain requires living through it.
Eliminating pain requires no instances of infliction.

I think being pain-free only happens before and after we die.

Is our purpose in living only to just feel the least amount of pain?