FLOWTIMIST

On Writing, Sharing, and Blogging: A Respectful Response to an Old Friend

Dear friend,

I have a sort of dispute with a friend, a well meaning friend, a dear friend. He says blogging is beneath me. He also made me think harder about what’s my true goal with writing: expressing myself, being read, creating quality content, sending a message? Yet blogging is dear to me. Blogging is a way out. It’s my window into writing. Hey, it might even be my crutch because it’s the…

Here's to the ongoing grind of sitting with hard feelings, the inescapable discomfort inherent to experiencing consciousness, and encountering the dreaded unknown. Here’s to unstructured time, disconnection, loneliness, self-doubt, a sense of unlovability, hopelessness.  Welcome it, welcome it all. Let it hit you like a crashing wave of helplessness. Let the catastrophe of your life crush your soul. Don’t fight it. Dare to feel it.

Bring on the full darkness. Live it. Watch it unfold like a storm that spawns from within yourself. Watch it carefully. Be in it. Experience.it. 

And bring it out. Sing in a wretched voice. Punch the emptiness with futile, pathetic weakness. Don’t be afraid of the fall. When you fall, fall apart.

Then, when you are ready, when the unnamed feelings that weigh down your soul have found some expression, some release, pick yourself back up slowly.

Be glad you weathered another storm. And you can do this again and again. Your withstanding capability is unbounded. 

I've always said people can change -if they want to. If the consequences of their actions make them look hard enough at what they've done to others and themselves.

It's important to note that behind all the hateful actions of many, there's suffering: lack of belonging, lack of love, lack of identity, ignorance, and abuse. You know, the whole psychology of the bully.

Think about it. If harm has befallen you, you'll likely to do harm if left unchecked.