Sometimes i think that we are all made up of all these pieces. and that they all fit..and then sometimes they stop.
We have these ideas of who and what we are, how we do things and why they should be done a certain way. and then they cant.
it creature of habit we become, when the process is more important than the product.
its more important to look... than to be as we are/
sometimes, one of our pieces break and hang as vestigial pieces of our psychological past, useless and important at the same time, a toy of the mind , reluctant to be let go, because at one time it was important, to the identity and to self worth,
and is all a lie, a toxic and malignant farce that we live in every day, with no exit stage left , so we choose to keep living the lie because it is comfortable, or convenient,or just too much to bear if the truth is self revealed.
facing this moment, this rubicon of existential angst, we can do this, Break off the pieces that dont work, wont fit and cant be brought back.
you cant have it all, so why carry that burden?
let go of the pieces, there is a lighter stronger person just right there, under the dross of the foundry of your life
become who you are becoming, find the strength to knock off all this extra weight, let us see who you are becoming.
The Beast will always be with us, but why give the pain extra help in our very own downfall?
you dont have to fall
the cages we make are built by the hands of the mind, what we want to be, we become.
so if you choose to be ruled and dominated by the pain, so be it
but letting pain become a part of your life, embracing it and accepting it, lessens the impact of it.
We live pain
we are in..pain
we are not slaves to pain
break of those pieces that cause the idea of pain to be bigger than it is
even the wounded Bird flies