Have you ever found yourself staring at bits of dust floating through sunrays? Waving my hands through the floating pieces made me feel like I was practicing some Avatar magic shit. It made me think about my abilities. I feel creative and feel a constant desire for a means of unleashing my creativity into reality. What is holding me back? Maybe it is the way I truly feel about my Avatar powers, being silly unrealistic distractions from serious things. The serious things being the important ones. While guessing where this strange assumption comes from I strand on a string of thought on how society directs your focus. Too bad I lack the focus to finish this thought. I guess the perception of what is important is not society’s fault anyway. Blaming external factors like a true slave of the system, that must be the distraction from what’s important. Fooling yourself because deep down you know it is up to you. Denying is way easier then accepting your responsibilities to fully chase your desires. Running from responsibility must be truest for the silent lovers. Being held back by the fear of rejection. The fear of scratching the ego. Which, eventually, can only result in more damage to your sense of self. How can you ever feel like yourself if you don’t set yourself free? Free from the limits that you have created. Fueled by things that have happened to you. These happenings were interpreted by you and implemented into this vision of yourself you call your personality. I am going a little bit Eckhart Tolle, the only way out is to recreate your interpretations. The way I truly feel about my Avatar powers is not the way I truly feel anymore. It is time to release the shackles I have put on expressing myself. The longer you gatekeep love the more you will suffer. So, I have decided to make a blog.
As I wandered through my mind I felt the tendency to portray myself as a bad person. The worst ever thoughts would cross, as my presence in the lives of the people I love would be a strange punishment for the things they would have done wrong. This because I would infinitely lack in loving people the way they deserve, making them worse off. I had to put these thoughts onto words because I scare myself, why do I feel the need to belittle myself to the point where there is no respect left? Do I feel comfort in portraying myself as a demon? If I think about it a second longer I KNOW there is absolutely no truth in my anxiety. As I have read somewhere people tend to become addicted to their own sadness. This addiction makes it harder to see things as they are at times. I am slowly starting to believe though, that my shortcomings have roots that are not meant to be demonized but appreciated. It exposes inner tension, unrelated to the people around me. Where I feel that I cannot give people ...
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