L O V E . . .
I've decided to reinstate my journalistic rants.
Only, I've decided that they will be very different from what they once were. Initially my rants were long complaints about things I disliked in other people, my surroundings, situation, so on and so forth. Now I simply intend for them to be an escape, a way to get things out of my head and on to paper, as well as helping me grow once again accustomed to writing something down on a regular basis. I would also like to note that my rants will be generally for my own amusement, and I don't expect others to enjoy or understand them. And well, if anyone cares to read and understand, I hope only to offer some insight.
My topic for today I will keep short, mostly because distractions are eating away my viable Internet time, and I would much rather talk to my friends about their universe than become wrapped up in my own.
I have discovered something about myself. This in itself is not an unusual event, self-discovery is an unending process, but what I have come to discover, rather, is of interest to me.
I used to think that I'm simply an outer shell, taking on other's ideas and becoming a clone made up of little bits and pieces of every one I know. It seemed fallible, considering how many things I have in common with so many people, I couldn't see how I was possibly living my own separate life. I thought I was being who people wanted me to be, instead of my self. I know know this to be almost entirely wrong. I am not being someone that I'm not.
In fact, I am being entirely true to me, and have been for quite some time. What I took as shape-shifting of the mind was actually something more compassionate. Understanding.
Now, I'm not saying that I am almighty and infallible in my understanding. I'm not even saying that I am an understanding person. I am simply saying that I understand a great many things. Perhaps I am sensitive, or just philosophical, but regardless of language, I find myself knowing how people feel. What they mean. I can share opinions, instead of having a solid one of my own. I view things from more than one direction and perspective. Granted, when it comes to me myself I am as blind as anyone else. In my own situations the blinders go on and I couldn't know what was happening for all the tea in China. In a relaxed state, however, I am attuned to other people in a very simple, and pleasing kind of way.
I am an observer.
And I really, truly, love it.
Only, I've decided that they will be very different from what they once were. Initially my rants were long complaints about things I disliked in other people, my surroundings, situation, so on and so forth. Now I simply intend for them to be an escape, a way to get things out of my head and on to paper, as well as helping me grow once again accustomed to writing something down on a regular basis. I would also like to note that my rants will be generally for my own amusement, and I don't expect others to enjoy or understand them. And well, if anyone cares to read and understand, I hope only to offer some insight.
My topic for today I will keep short, mostly because distractions are eating away my viable Internet time, and I would much rather talk to my friends about their universe than become wrapped up in my own.
I have discovered something about myself. This in itself is not an unusual event, self-discovery is an unending process, but what I have come to discover, rather, is of interest to me.
I used to think that I'm simply an outer shell, taking on other's ideas and becoming a clone made up of little bits and pieces of every one I know. It seemed fallible, considering how many things I have in common with so many people, I couldn't see how I was possibly living my own separate life. I thought I was being who people wanted me to be, instead of my self. I know know this to be almost entirely wrong. I am not being someone that I'm not.
In fact, I am being entirely true to me, and have been for quite some time. What I took as shape-shifting of the mind was actually something more compassionate. Understanding.
Now, I'm not saying that I am almighty and infallible in my understanding. I'm not even saying that I am an understanding person. I am simply saying that I understand a great many things. Perhaps I am sensitive, or just philosophical, but regardless of language, I find myself knowing how people feel. What they mean. I can share opinions, instead of having a solid one of my own. I view things from more than one direction and perspective. Granted, when it comes to me myself I am as blind as anyone else. In my own situations the blinders go on and I couldn't know what was happening for all the tea in China. In a relaxed state, however, I am attuned to other people in a very simple, and pleasing kind of way.
I am an observer.
And I really, truly, love it.
♥ ♥ ♥
