Showing posts with label torn between things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label torn between things. Show all posts

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Torn, divided, and otherwise a mess


If you look too hard at something, you can actually start to see
past the reality as all the lines and colors blur together.

If you don't look carefully enough at something, you can miss
the true nature of it.

I have found that most people are a mass of extremes and
contradictions...myself especially, naturally. Wouldn't it be
wonderful if our extremes balanced one another out? If our
alternate theories gave rise to giving insight to one another?

But alas, we seem to stay fixed in our own drab corners of
the universe, using the same specific thinking and the same
limited lens that has always served us. (How well it serves
is up for debate!)

Something gets lost in translation from the concept of a
unified world (and all people equally working in unison,)
and the empathetic and compassionate constructs that must
be manifested for such a transformation to take place.

No matter the idealism in my head, when the time comes to
take a chance and let people in, the old habits reinforce
themselves. I can admire the diversity of others, the input
they have, their differences, their lives....so long as I don't
have to be put out or accommodate or give up anything.
Kind of defeats the purpose.

I want there to be more truth, but maybe others would like
me to learn that our world runs on deception--it's all just
part of the game.

I want things to be different, and others want me to be more
the same.

We all have secrets, dichotomies, dualities, addictions, weakness,
defenses, mood swings, intolerances, pet peeves, idiosyncrasies;
Shit...we're all crazy in some way. Some are just wearing theirs
on the outside.

In the final analysis, what's it matter?
Why do I waste so much time with thoughts that simply serve
to separate me from what reality is?

Maybe the guy sitting next to me wonders the same thing
himself. Since we tend not to share our fears and worries,
I might never know. Maybe it's better that way.

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