It is true that when you throw yourself into something else, the matter that used to render yourself helpless and sad doesn't seem to weigh that much anymore. You can then examine the matter at hand in almost a leisurely manner, you know you must deal with it, and you will, but you also realize that you can. And in these trying times, that realization brings back a degree of control that you desperately need.
But you must be careful not confuse positive occupation with running away from the matter at hand. You have learned that running away doesn't solve anything, as trouble has a habit of clinging on your back, weighting your mind, and after some time, even tricking you into thinking that it has disappear into thin air while what it does is to manifest itself in your future decisions. And not in a good way.
So remember not to run, but also remember not to be hasty.
Although a part of you wish that you can turn back time and live in blissful oblivion, the box has opened, and Pandora is rearing her ugly head. Coming to terms with yourself is never easy, but it must be done.
So do not run, and yet do not be hasty.
Do things that will make the heart soars and remembers the happy times you have had, and throw yourself into it, because you need the high to deal with the low effectively. Later. Accept that there will be moments of melancholic sadness that will make you wish that you can wrench your heart out and numb the senses. But it doesn't have to be all the time. Do not be too hard on yourself. You too, deserve to be happy.
Run not, be hasty not.
Do not do things for the hope of forgetting, for you will never forget, you're only trying to ignore. And what you hope really is not to forget, but to hope that time will numb the pain. So you deliberately ignore and try to keep yourself busy, but at times when time forgets to sedate you, you almost double over from the pain. And you cry and you cry and you cry until your tears have all but dried up and a new sense of jadedness envelopes you. And that is how you continue living. And that is not living. Remember that you must confront your troubles.
Hence do not run, and yet do not be hasty.
But if you do want to run, the world is your oyster.
But you must be careful not confuse positive occupation with running away from the matter at hand. You have learned that running away doesn't solve anything, as trouble has a habit of clinging on your back, weighting your mind, and after some time, even tricking you into thinking that it has disappear into thin air while what it does is to manifest itself in your future decisions. And not in a good way.
So remember not to run, but also remember not to be hasty.
Although a part of you wish that you can turn back time and live in blissful oblivion, the box has opened, and Pandora is rearing her ugly head. Coming to terms with yourself is never easy, but it must be done.
So do not run, and yet do not be hasty.
Do things that will make the heart soars and remembers the happy times you have had, and throw yourself into it, because you need the high to deal with the low effectively. Later. Accept that there will be moments of melancholic sadness that will make you wish that you can wrench your heart out and numb the senses. But it doesn't have to be all the time. Do not be too hard on yourself. You too, deserve to be happy.
Run not, be hasty not.
Do not do things for the hope of forgetting, for you will never forget, you're only trying to ignore. And what you hope really is not to forget, but to hope that time will numb the pain. So you deliberately ignore and try to keep yourself busy, but at times when time forgets to sedate you, you almost double over from the pain. And you cry and you cry and you cry until your tears have all but dried up and a new sense of jadedness envelopes you. And that is how you continue living. And that is not living. Remember that you must confront your troubles.
Hence do not run, and yet do not be hasty.
But if you do want to run, the world is your oyster.
There is a place where you can bury yourself into practically numbing your senses.
And you know it.
2 comments:
...sometimes you gotta run before you can walk!
hope you’re enjoying your time away from showery london...
i've been running for most of my adult life!
i am! it is blissfully hot hot hot here near the equator =)
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