Some of us do it by the knife and fork; gluttony.
Some of us do it by drugging ourselves with Rx meds for years; escaping our emotions.
Some of us take on dead-end jobs that go nowhere; finding solace in never taking risks and being rejected.
Some of us stay in abusive relationships; finding comfort in negative reinforcements of how little value we add.
Some of us prefer to do it in public and hang out at bars after work; numbing our spiritual needs.
What are we trying to hide; what are the feelings that we don't feel comfortable dealing with?
Why are we so scared of leaving our comfort zone when it is obvious to anyone from the outside that it is hurting us?
Why are we so scared of dying, when the truth is that the majority of us live lives that are like walking deads and we even actively engage in activities that numb us out; disabling us from experiencing the flavors of life.
We all die in the end. And yet everyone seems to obsess about it; things that are beyond our control. It's a funny thing that humans tend to turn into control freaks concerning things that they will never be able to control, and yet the basic things in life that we can control - we never do.
We don't take control of our lives and make it happen. Instead we pursue things that will only bring failure. Maybe it is the appeal of knowing the outcome already, so we don't have to deal with our dreams being crushed like glass shattered on the floor. We will just crush them already - that way we don't have to deal with disappointment, because we dare not dream.
But we should, because without pain there would be no healing. Without hurt there would be no recovery. Without vulnerability there would be no strength.
I'm not afraid of the inevitable that is beyond my power, but I am afraid of not living while I am alive.
You are the only one who is in control of your life while you are alive.
You are the only one who can take responsibility for your outcome in life.
There is no one to put the blame on but you.
Is this the life you want?
Or are you slowly self-destructing...
Some of us do it by drugging ourselves with Rx meds for years; escaping our emotions.
Some of us take on dead-end jobs that go nowhere; finding solace in never taking risks and being rejected.
Some of us stay in abusive relationships; finding comfort in negative reinforcements of how little value we add.
Some of us prefer to do it in public and hang out at bars after work; numbing our spiritual needs.
What are we trying to hide; what are the feelings that we don't feel comfortable dealing with?
Why are we so scared of leaving our comfort zone when it is obvious to anyone from the outside that it is hurting us?
Why are we so scared of dying, when the truth is that the majority of us live lives that are like walking deads and we even actively engage in activities that numb us out; disabling us from experiencing the flavors of life.
We all die in the end. And yet everyone seems to obsess about it; things that are beyond our control. It's a funny thing that humans tend to turn into control freaks concerning things that they will never be able to control, and yet the basic things in life that we can control - we never do.
We don't take control of our lives and make it happen. Instead we pursue things that will only bring failure. Maybe it is the appeal of knowing the outcome already, so we don't have to deal with our dreams being crushed like glass shattered on the floor. We will just crush them already - that way we don't have to deal with disappointment, because we dare not dream.
But we should, because without pain there would be no healing. Without hurt there would be no recovery. Without vulnerability there would be no strength.
I'm not afraid of the inevitable that is beyond my power, but I am afraid of not living while I am alive.You are the only one who is in control of your life while you are alive.
You are the only one who can take responsibility for your outcome in life.
There is no one to put the blame on but you.
Is this the life you want?
Or are you slowly self-destructing...
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