Read on and entertain yourself with my life stories, poems, and opinions of the world.
To canvass what must not be dared finds you in a corner—no reliance on the obvious or for what we know is right, sadly. Whether you know the exact right call to action, falling back on the chair knowing opportunity prevails after a touch of hard work and intelligence was soothing. Honorable it be for such opportunity of advancement, you have no choice but to feel grateful. Very fruitful your attempts if failed sometimes appeared to be no accident, and that is where one starts to think, freely. Bees taking their own and showing them how to make honey instead of instinct guiding them was highly frowned upon among the rest of the hive. What about authority? Not the worker bees for they are the most honest, shall I dare continue?
The eagle tattoo, And your brand new blues. From days so filled with sorrow, You never had a clue. Infatuation almost 13,
Dear Av, I have noticed you've been oh so silent. Your Instagram going white, nowhere to be seen, no calls, no texts, and I have sent many letters that went unnoticed by you. If you wish to end such a long friendship like this, so be it. However, your silence will not be the last word, for I have much to say..
My observations throughout life on how we behave; everyone is coming from a place rooted in anger, hatred, and spite—similarity in this regard, people's vulgarity towards others is the only thing I know. And the one thing that has never made sense to me was why. We all like to think we are good people and never give malice to someone else on purpose, yet Susan is still gaslighting you. Brian still has never dated anyone weighing over 90 pounds, and Sierra is still bullying you while promoting her love-thy-neighbor poetry. Don't get me wrong, I am no exception.
The debate has been a long one; nature vs. nurture. Which one is responsible? Are they both? Is genetics the real picaroon pathing the way to uncertainty for answers? Moreover, precisely, what are these things responsible for? I believe, it is not who but how. In this blog post, I bring to light some of the heavier questions about brain chemistry, conditioning, and the touch of epigenetics being responsible for who we are, and not something as vague or simple as, nature vs. nurture.
I can't sleep in recent evenings. I'm up all night, all day. Some days I am anxious and have no idea why, and some days I find myself having a weird feeling with no shaking it and not understanding where it is resonating. The world is burning, and everyone's losing their rights and their minds because everyone has gone too far; I can't help but feel hopeless. We have become so divided in our lives and how we treat people, we've been criminalized for opinions, feelings, constructive criticism and somehow have reached the point where walking on eggshells is a good thing. The how is quite simple, yet everyone ignores it and thinks the solution is the same people causing it. We need to go about it a different way.
Recently, I have noticed a rise in mental illness diagnosis. Especially in depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorders. When I asked Google what classifies you as having one, all it said was, "Conditions that affect mood, behavior, and thinking are what make up a mental illness disorder." That makes sense, however, I thought there was going to be more to it than that. The denotation to disorder is heavy, and a detriment to our own well-being. Oxford dictionary describes it as this, "--significant difficulty, distress, impairment and/or suffering in a person's daily life." If society was living in a state of impairment, we wouldn't have made it this far.
I often wonder if anyone knows what true love feels like. Is it an idea, a feeling, a place, or even a certain type of person? What makes someone fall in love? In my experience, I have noticed "true love" for me is brain chemistry. It's the emotional level of understanding who someone is. When I have felt love the strongest, it was always with people who wanted to understand how to love me. Someone who possessed the willingness because they truly wanted to and in turn I truly loved them.