Suppose I am a recovered addict, a recovering addict, an addict in recovery, or a former addict that has been saved by the blood of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ Himself. You might think these all mean the same things but they have different strategies tied to them. The man who considers himself a recovered addict is constantly in the fight, and thinks there is no recovery.
While they may have been right before they took that point of view, it is certainly true to them now, we assert. The idea of the self-fulfilling prophecy is not ours, and it harmonizes with the immediate personal experiences most all seem to have had or understand.
To hang one of these labels onto someone, my sponsor might have told me (if this story weren’t such obvious construction), negates their Path, and we’ll give advice to help them along that path we just assigned them, which is likely our own, and maybe even tries to force them to walk our own, making it easier for us by trampling down the brush behind us, like how that second razor was supposed to make it a perfect shave. And they might not notice, but we have lost the ability t get their experience first hand; we projected our onto them. And so maybe our Path is easier with other people who believe as we do, or disbelieve. And the beard DID seem smoother…
But then, gee whiz, our beards must have evolved, because now we need three where two once made up for the fact that one no longer sufficed.
To label someone’s newly forming Self, that they birthed through great effort and willing the simple but terrifyingly difficult act of recommitting themselves EVERY day to trying to be a little bit better of a human, even if it doesn’t matter)m is rude, to say the least, so we should try not to do that. Like Dalton said, ‘Be nice.’
Instead, embrace the form they choose for themselves and encourage them to stretch their wings for they might just have a key to a lock we have been trying to open.
Tell them to share honestly their experiences so we can learn from each other, not to judge or shame but to gain empathy and understanding.
Even if they laugh at your pain, express it, because maybe it gives one other person the hope and courage to express THEIR pain but BEFORE it becomes a cycle they then have to work to break.
Process our shit as we go, I think, is the obvious solution.
We reject the idea that we should not overthink things, for the true power of consciousness does not lie in the exterior realm. This is nothing new, what we say, e.g. “man does not live by Bread alone”, which is why one needs a well-rounded music collection full of eclectic music for every expression of experience. Rom far ad wide on earth or in virtual space to explore the human condition. Do not turn away. The hard part is over.
Tomorrow when you log in again, we challenge you to make this commitment:
No more turning away. You can change who you are tomorrow by considering who you were yesterday.
Yeah, we are looking at you America. The people are so connected to the culture they fear to change it for it comforts them, though they know the evil that men did.
But much like we stand on the shoulders of giants, of physics, philosophy, medicine and Art, so too do we feed off the carcasses after the Predator. We MUST own our own shit, for it is no one else’s burden to bear, and only a foul man tries to make them.
<No more turning away. You can change who you are tomorrow by considering who you were yesterday.>
This.
I use my diary to process things that I couldn’t process at the time or am mostly too busy trying to survive to process. While it may seem like I am lingering in the past, I’m actually trying to change my tomorrow.
@thecriticsdarling YESYESYES! I just yesterday finished a what I thought was a great fucking metaphor for lost data which is our broken pieces of self by relating it to orphaned virtual desktops. Would you be interested in critiquing the metaphor?
@thecriticsdarling but the meaning is connected to other domains, like a fractal, does it seem obvious?
We have been studying metaphor and compression as a thought experiment, and it yielded interesting fruit. We like the taste but don’t know yet if it makes us sick.
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