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This is All that I Am
To my dear friends and people who I have yet to meet:
Many of my friends, both offline and online, have mentioned to me, in passing or directly, how much of a high-spirited person I am. I am always happy, talking about the positives. In the last few years, however, I haven’t felt so joyful and carefree.
I have started searching for a more spiritually enriching life, because the life I have right now has not been that. It is not to say that I have not been happy, or have not felt joy, but I feel something lacking, incomplete.
I think a part of this unhappiness is entrenched in how I am saddened by workings of the world. I felt myself very close to the point of feeling that there is no possible chance of countries, groups of people within those countries, communities, reaching a resolution and acceptance for others until the human race is no more. At this point, I need to take a large step backward, because venturing to such a place in thought means entering a realm that would depress me further, with no way for personal resolution.
But maybe I have it wrong. If offensive comic strips and speeches can outrage people to make a stance instead of doing nothing, what could positive words that enrich and foster thought and discussion do to both groups?
There’s a lack of understanding between people and it downright scares me. When I was pulling out weeds on our meridian to save my mom from being arrested, or dragged to a court case, due to not having a “weeds clean” yard (simply for beautification purposes and NOT for safety issues), I started pondering on a rant about what I consider to be the crap in life that’s happening around the world right now, because people don’t seem to know how to stop, listen, and communicate with one another. While reading The Tao of Writing: Imagine. Create. Flow by Ralph L. Wahlstrom (a really awe-inspiring book, which, for me, has been both creatively and spiritually rewarding) I came upon a passage of text which inspired me to do something constructive instead of destructive. Wahlstom writes: “Simplicity is a tool for peace because it fosters cooperation and coexistence in place of competition and separation. Our writing can do the same. Words of peace create harmony between people, neighborhoods, and cultures. As writers, we strive for simplicity and clarity, to avoid misunderstanding, to promote cooperation. Writers often write to persuade. If this is done in a spirit of hatred or violence, it creates a ripple of energy that threatens to amplify and perpetuate hatred and violence, bitter fruit indeed. Writing for peace and harmony will bear the sweet fruit of peace” (136).
The idea which sprang was “The Confessionals Project.” Hopefully one day it will be a book, but at this moment it exists within this Livejournal entry.
Post as yourself, another identity, anon, multiple identities, with text, without text, with graphics, just what you think sums up who you are and how you want people to perceive you.
[And this is me]
Many of my friends, both offline and online, have mentioned to me, in passing or directly, how much of a high-spirited person I am. I am always happy, talking about the positives. In the last few years, however, I haven’t felt so joyful and carefree.
I have started searching for a more spiritually enriching life, because the life I have right now has not been that. It is not to say that I have not been happy, or have not felt joy, but I feel something lacking, incomplete.
I think a part of this unhappiness is entrenched in how I am saddened by workings of the world. I felt myself very close to the point of feeling that there is no possible chance of countries, groups of people within those countries, communities, reaching a resolution and acceptance for others until the human race is no more. At this point, I need to take a large step backward, because venturing to such a place in thought means entering a realm that would depress me further, with no way for personal resolution.
But maybe I have it wrong. If offensive comic strips and speeches can outrage people to make a stance instead of doing nothing, what could positive words that enrich and foster thought and discussion do to both groups?
There’s a lack of understanding between people and it downright scares me. When I was pulling out weeds on our meridian to save my mom from being arrested, or dragged to a court case, due to not having a “weeds clean” yard (simply for beautification purposes and NOT for safety issues), I started pondering on a rant about what I consider to be the crap in life that’s happening around the world right now, because people don’t seem to know how to stop, listen, and communicate with one another. While reading The Tao of Writing: Imagine. Create. Flow by Ralph L. Wahlstrom (a really awe-inspiring book, which, for me, has been both creatively and spiritually rewarding) I came upon a passage of text which inspired me to do something constructive instead of destructive. Wahlstom writes: “Simplicity is a tool for peace because it fosters cooperation and coexistence in place of competition and separation. Our writing can do the same. Words of peace create harmony between people, neighborhoods, and cultures. As writers, we strive for simplicity and clarity, to avoid misunderstanding, to promote cooperation. Writers often write to persuade. If this is done in a spirit of hatred or violence, it creates a ripple of energy that threatens to amplify and perpetuate hatred and violence, bitter fruit indeed. Writing for peace and harmony will bear the sweet fruit of peace” (136).
The idea which sprang was “The Confessionals Project.” Hopefully one day it will be a book, but at this moment it exists within this Livejournal entry.
Post as yourself, another identity, anon, multiple identities, with text, without text, with graphics, just what you think sums up who you are and how you want people to perceive you.
[And this is me]