i'm not afraid of darkness that walks the city streets,
betrayal is the one thing that brings me to my knees
i thought you were an angel, my rescue from this hell-
the devil was an actor who played his part too well .
But it happened. It's over now...
Aly: 1
St. Clair County: 0.
ALY'S FUCKING LIFE; Phase 26; Chapter 3 starts today.
to all the ones that hated me-
the most to toast
you really had me
going for a second
i was nervous
boy am i the poster girl
for some suburban sickness?
better keep a healthy distance
now it's up to you, know what to do-
it's pretty dirty business.
Moral of the story: kick ass, fly straight, stick to it no matter what, learn to keep your word, set attainable goals, send out positive vibes and they will return to you, be awesome.*
Ever notice how when something bad happens in our lives we seem to see it as this catastrophic event that throws everything out of whack... Our emotions tend to over power our perspectives, to reinterpret our realities. "Because I think it, because I feel it, it must be true." are you sure what side of the glass you are on? see the safety of the life you have lived. everything where it belongs. We've all done this. (guiltyyyyyy) Some more so than others. Welp, and I know this may come as a shock, but this is actually not the case. Just because our realities are altered, doesn't mean anyone else's change. what if everything around you isn't quite as it seems? what if all the world you think you know is an elaborate dream? Even if you were at the same place, at the same time, and had the same thing happen to you, the experience was unique to each of you. You each have a your own way of processing said experience. It's why some people cry at funerals, and some stand stoically in the background. It's why some giggle when they're nervous, some fidget, some get angry at the feeling of powerlessness... It's so difficult to try and understand exactly how anyone else feels, because... well, you can't. Y'know how people say, "Oh I know how you feel." No. You fucking don't. You may understand my situation because you've been through something similar. But no. You are not me. You are wired differently than me, therefore you do not know how I feel. You empathize with the situation. Which is okay, it is definitely appreciated. But realize, our realities are different so don't try and force yours on me.
Speaking of which, I feel I should take this opportunity to specify the difference between empathy and sympathy.
empathy: the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
sympathy: feelings of pity and sorrow for someone else's misfortune.
'k, see? NOT the same. One is an understanding of feelings, one is an expression of them. Sympathy is not helpful, it is not productive. Pitying someone just gives them an excuse to keep doing what they're doing instead of trying to overcome the situation. Let me clarify;
Do. Not. Ever. Feel. Fucking. Sorry. For. Me.
Chances are, whatever is going on is my own damn fault anyway. And if it isn't, the experience is a life lesson, something to make me stronger or guide me towards my destiny, even if I don't see it at the time. I may not realize it for another 20 fucking years. But I've reached the point where I'm okay with that. One more step towards enlightenment. I will figure out this game called Life before I die. Damnit.
Balance. It's always about balance. Without sadness, there is no happiness. Without darkness, there is no light.
what if all the world's inside of your head?
just creations of your own.
your devils and your gods, all the living and the dead...
you can live in this illusion,
you can choose to believe...
is it all you want it to be?
c'est la vie, non?
courtesy; elizaveta/dresden.dolls/NiN
*sorry, I know not everyone can be as awesome as me, but that doesn't mean you can't be as awesome as you.
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