To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.
-Elbert Hubbard
I choked. No really--I choked on the reality that lies before me-escaping criticism will result in escaping life and a sense of fulfilment of self. Mis-takes seem to be what most of us are guilty of; mis taking our grasps on the here and now when in fact, we're dealing in a realm of illusions. See, I never thought I'd have to say it...but I guess I will for the mere sake of saying it. I never want to find myself lost in the fairytale of becoming who I thought I should be, based off of what someone else thought of me. I think its easy to chase the perceptions of who we are based off of comparing ourselves amongst ourselves. It's bondage and more importantly, its self imposed and disclosed and devoid of any love or inner reflection of self.
I realized and I have reconciled within that I am guilty as charged, but on some other plane of existence that I have to reach. However, uncovering and covering up are one in the same if you know how well to play your cards. But as I've said before, at least in the now...the price of bondage is NOT cheap, we sow not only what we will come to reap but what those who have come before us have also.
I'm just reflecting and readjusting. I never knew the price of bondage would cost so much...not in and of itself but nonetheless it be pricey. However, like an onion there are layers, layers and more layers to unfold before you get to the core. I've been peeling lately and I like what I see sometimes and at other times I have to sit back take notes and re-route layers for reconstruction. Regardless of the fantasy...I'm tapping into REALITY and its bittersweet but it doesn't compare to shackles, chains and being blind sighted.
It's just a thought or two, well maybe more so than that...But I figure its been too too too long and I miss expressing myself in the hardest way that I enjoy the most! If only I could express that writing is passion (for me)---you'd realize I have a love affair with something that I make so great or so weak at my own discretion. The words are real, the feelings too...
-Elbert Hubbard
I choked. No really--I choked on the reality that lies before me-escaping criticism will result in escaping life and a sense of fulfilment of self. Mis-takes seem to be what most of us are guilty of; mis taking our grasps on the here and now when in fact, we're dealing in a realm of illusions. See, I never thought I'd have to say it...but I guess I will for the mere sake of saying it. I never want to find myself lost in the fairytale of becoming who I thought I should be, based off of what someone else thought of me. I think its easy to chase the perceptions of who we are based off of comparing ourselves amongst ourselves. It's bondage and more importantly, its self imposed and disclosed and devoid of any love or inner reflection of self.
I realized and I have reconciled within that I am guilty as charged, but on some other plane of existence that I have to reach. However, uncovering and covering up are one in the same if you know how well to play your cards. But as I've said before, at least in the now...the price of bondage is NOT cheap, we sow not only what we will come to reap but what those who have come before us have also.
I'm just reflecting and readjusting. I never knew the price of bondage would cost so much...not in and of itself but nonetheless it be pricey. However, like an onion there are layers, layers and more layers to unfold before you get to the core. I've been peeling lately and I like what I see sometimes and at other times I have to sit back take notes and re-route layers for reconstruction. Regardless of the fantasy...I'm tapping into REALITY and its bittersweet but it doesn't compare to shackles, chains and being blind sighted.
It's just a thought or two, well maybe more so than that...But I figure its been too too too long and I miss expressing myself in the hardest way that I enjoy the most! If only I could express that writing is passion (for me)---you'd realize I have a love affair with something that I make so great or so weak at my own discretion. The words are real, the feelings too...
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