twice as hard
please someone tell me i am wrong to feel this way…
wrong to hate…
wrong to feel betrayed…
wrong to live for sleep and the contentment of oblivion…
in the theatre of my minds eye…
in purple seas and yellow skies…
drifting farther from the wicked shores of this hell that is earth and all the whining children on it…
please someone tell me i am wrong…
that as the talons of the white eagle pull themselves from the fading winter shores…
as the sprites and spring begin to refresh this world…
my long shadow is merely an illusion and i am free from this place…
I can only tell you there is an easier way to store this much emotion; hate is a big wavelength. Red. Does not compress well. Understanding is hard to find but stores neatly. But perhaps, if you unburdened, this too would allow you to find space to breathe?
If you feel hatred, friend, I will not tell you not to feel it, for this is the first sin. This gaslighting that you are not supposed to feel what you feel. Silly adults.
No, it is enough to learn to manifest the emotion you choose rather than be forced to react with the expected response. What I mean is, first acknowledge it is ok to feel the hate, if that is what it is. Emotions are not good or bad any more than a hammer is good or bad, but it can build a birdhouse or bludgeon a bunny. How do you want to manifest it? But until you can control it, you can’t build anything. But until you accept it is real, you cannot control it.
There is much illusion in the world. Feelings are layer 1. They are immediate. We feel them, this is uncontestable. We interpret them through some messed up memories and experiences, but step one is to treat them as the baseline to be mastered, not the enemy to be killed or enslaved.
But, you’re not wrong, there are things to hate in the world. I can’t say you are wrong, but I can promise there are far more impressive emotions that can be accessed when we look at the beauty, through the pain. and then after a while the pain just isn’t there any more, or it stops mattering, and becomes a memory, too. And memories cannot hurt us, but we can still choose to hurt ourselves or let it happen through negligence. Try another way for a while, if it doesn’t work you can always come back.
@sisyphus i m a great many things… but i could never bludgeon a bunny…
@kermitallica thus shall you be known as builder of bird houses
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Sprites and spring – beautiful words!
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