Courtesy of Destruction...
"Love is the regrowth of the wings of the soul."
-Plato
Emotion is a bridge of sorts. The Higher Self, the soul, cannot be reached but through the unconscious...and the unconscious does not respond to reason or logic. We are thinking creatures... but our emotions rule us, move us to action or freeze us in place. Emotion thus fills the gulf between conscious and unconscious, mind and spirit...and when we pay attention to it, it carries us, to salvation or damnation.
Fear is necessary, but it is also the bonds which hold us back. Being natural, it cannot be conquered, but must be faced and accepted. Fear is the Guardian of the Threshold, who challenges the seeker at the gates between the conscious and unconscious. To advance, we must break the mold into which we have been pressed, we must gaze into the mirror of the soul and embrace the stranger we see...and, in doing so, we come face to face with the infinite, the unknown...with fear as our traveling companion.
Love must, however, begin with the Self. The microcosm is always the source of actions that affect the macrocosm...any action at all is merely an outward manifestation of some change that occurs within. Every act inspired by love is an act of self-respect, which encourages growth. For to love, even oneself, one must lower one's defenses, take risks, appear vulnerable...a challenge some people are not up to facing.
Like love, hatred must begin with the Self. Again, it is impossible
to express an emotion that is not a mirror of something you feel
inside. You only hate things or people that remind you of aspects
of yourself that you repress. It is indeed impossible to hate a
stranger...so hatred is self-defeating, and it shrivels the soul,
locking into a vicious cycle of feeding a flame that will never
be satiated. It is the domain of the cut-off, broken little
figure who cannot interact with the outside world...so must regard
it with envy and itself with loathing.
Humankind seems to have some innate ability to find the worst of every situation and they like it that way. No one is happy unless there is adversity... our lives depend on shitty things happening to us.
Why is this? Well, firstly, how would anything seem good unless you have something crap to compare it with?
People who grew up during times of war or conflict, tend to branch into two different types: Those that turn out completely screwed up, ending up in nuthouses, and those who somehow manage to acquire decency, and become all around good people.
For some reason, throughout history, altruism, martyrdom, self-sacrifice..all these qualities have been glorified. The act of giving up your happiness for someone else.. People have some masochistic desire to be trampled on.. to be pitied for their grief, their sorrow, their loss...
When things are going good, most people are at a loss as to what to do with themselves.. instead of enjoying the good while they can, they tend to just laze around until *oops* it's crap again.. then they wake up. We are a morbid bunch.. We flock to see the sites of car accidents.. Whenever the cry "fight" resounds through the playground..everyone in earshot runs to see..
To fill in the long years between birth and death,we spend our time making life miserable for ourselves, and others...
If we are in the image of some god... I hope I never have the opportunity to meet Him/Her/It.
People are an unhappy bunch. (to be continued...)
Death's Little Contribution To Psychobabble (finally)
Considering it was his idea in the first place, he sure has taken his time
Always you hear of how great things were when you were a child...but as a child, you don't wake up every morning thinking "oh, this is a wonderful life"..no.. you only realize how good you had it when you are grown up, and all the memories of the horrible things (and let's not deny that) that happened to you as a child mysteriously vanish, leaving only images of selling lemonade, tree houses, and the other ingredients of a perfect childhood. Of course, all the neuroses you subconsciously picked up as a child will plague you in your adulthood until you go to a shrink... then you discover you had a really shit childhood and make the grand conclusion that it was all your parents' fault.
However, as soon as they try to instill what they have learnt in their children, it immediately backfires..because times have changed by the time the next generation rolls in.
Humans are very stubborn creatures when they want to be.. Most of the time they blindly follow where they are told, but at times, they do the opposite just to prove their "independence". A parent will try to teach their child all the things that he or she had learnt from life. Of course, that child will only see it as the parent trying to control their life.. and will go ahead and make the same exact mistakes that their parents made... just to prove that their parents can't "push them around".
By the time they have realized their mistake..they try to teach the next generation..and the cycle continues...
Happiness, joy, and all those other overrated qualities are boring. They become monotonous after awhile...
Nothing like a good dose of anger, or sorrow... or any other negative emotion to liven things up.
Because..not only do we have a masochistic streak a mile wide.. we are complete sadists as well.. finding sick pleasure in the downfall of others.
Cynicism's Little Manic Slice of the Rant ('bout time...)
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