Sinister Innocence

Some people seem to have a natural aversion to the mistakes that other people make.  While I don't condone the notion of continuously making the same mistakes while justifying them with the ideology that "we're only human"; something about this way of thinking always bothered me.  

At first I thought perhaps it's because I've made my share of mistakes and I don't like the feeling of being counted out.  But I learned to accept that no matter what I am in life, someone will always count me out.  So that was not the problem.  I also thought maybe I dislike this way of thinking simply because I dislike generalizations; but that's not quite it either.

Well, this morning I read something on facebook and somehow the reason just slapped me in the face this time:

"There is something far more sinister about a person who is able to hide their demons than those who wear their carelessness on their sleeves."

The person who is more careless is easy to reprimand, but the one who cleverly hides their deceit is difficult to fault.  The person who runs behind popular culture but continuously falls is easy to deny and to not want around because their lack of direction is obvious.  But the cunningness of the one's who master the art of putting on the mask...they are the one's who should be feared.

I may expand on it later; but for now, it's just a thought.

Live Consciously

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Art of War Quote

Although it requires courage to treat of those matters of which others have made a profession, none the less, I do not believe that it is a mistake to occupy a position with words, which may, with greater presumption, have been occupied with deeds; for the errors which I should make in writing can be corrected without injury to anyone, but those which are made with deeds cannot be found out except by the ruin of the commanders.

~Niccilo Machiavelli, The Art of War

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Good and Evil

Everything that is broken was once whole 

but not everything that is whole was never broken. 

Nothing breaks without force 

and nothing fixes without effort.

Force is not the enemy 

and effort is not the friend...

But the mind of the man 

Is either good or evil.

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Listen to me

As the voices raise up around us

Cries for help

Cries for hope

We cry in tears that cannot be heard

Tears that will not be heard

Our tears are not without

As we are not without

They must be heard within

For who hears my cry 

If not I

Who sees my tears if not me

Reflect

Reflect on the voices around us

Let them hear the cries within us

And let the cries within us

See the tears around us

Last Tweet of Philosopher Maya Angelou

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Depression is Real

Robin Williams: July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014

Today I found that the tragic suicidal death of Robin Williams has become a platform for many people to open up and admit that they suffer depression and have (or have had) thoughts of suicide.

This is important.

I've been through depression (I use the word "been" very loosely).  There are a lot of emotions that flow through a person at that time and it can be very difficult - and evidently even impossible - to process all of the emotion at once.  I think ultimately, the more questions we are unable to answer, the deeper we sink into depression.  I also think that part of the reason why human beings are so collectively compassionate toward losing someone to suicide and depression is because sorrow is something that we all understand.  But we live in a world where so much emphasis is placed on positive energies such as, happiness, success, belonging, possession, and qualities such as smiles, courtesy and helpfulness; that when we are faced with an absence of such things, we hardly know what to do with ourselves.
Why do we pretend that emotions that occur at the other end of the spectrum do not or should not exist?
Why is it so difficult for us to relate to persons who are going through depression?
Why is it that when we are unable to harness positive energy, we say that we are weak?

Letting go of hurt is not easy. Hearts break in silence and heals only with time.  Unfortunately, sometimes we hold on for so long that the silence kills us. We sometimes fear that because the things inside of us are not common, they are ugly and have no place in the world. And when we lose, we fear that we have nothing left to lose.  But at the end of the day, it is not the receiving of love that strengthens us but rather the understanding that we are indeed capable of loving something more than we love ourselves.