Skip to main content

Trying to let go

So as my last post had indicated, I have had a problem with a rut that has been plaguing me. I believe I know what the cause of this plague is, but I am still trying to find away out of it. As expressed in post on here and Facebook, one of doing this would be to pack it up and leave the area and find a new location. This idea sounds like a great idea but it can't be done at the current time. So with that said I have been trying to find an antidote to this problem, how can I get away from this constant bombardment of infection that can cause me to alter my current behavior into one of displeasure and the wanting to run to the comfort of my room. how can I remove my self from the cancer. The only thing I could think of doing is by letting myself go and understanding that dwelling and being affected by what I see is doing more damage then just accepting it. I know that I will always feel that pain that I do receive when ever I see the brew mix together, but I need to learn to let go, take the pain and be happy. I need to listen to my own words of wisdom and move forward because what I am doing now is just ill-advised and should be treated. Well, that is all I have for tonight, but I think that I well be writing on here more than I have because I have been finding myself viewing this words and finding the faults a lot more which gives my life some ease.

"By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest. "
~Confucius

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Is patience a real virtue or just an annoying item that you really have to go through... a lot.

I am sure the statement "patience is a virtue" has been heard by everyone, and told to everyone that it must be practiced. I have always though that I was really good at practicing patience, the only problem I am slowly finding out I am not very good at this practice. I guess that I need to look into the practice even more, and I need to learn it quick (Haha not patience in learning patience, I need to learn it now... Irony, I think so). Through understanding that I need to learn the virtue know as patience, I have also learned, learning a virtue is actual really difficult. This reminds me of my senior project that I had to write for my BS in which which moral theory is best, yet the paper in the end is the same as the start. It is a constant loop and when you truly gain that virtue you move up into another circle and cycle around forever until you are ready to jump to the next section. So with that said, I guess I am going to go through this learning process while I really n

A patience view

Being patience is something that seems like an almost lost idea in the world at this time. I remember when I was a child my mom and/or dad would tell me I needed to be patience about stuff and eventually it would come with hard work. I took that to heart very often, but at times I would let the thought disappear into the wind wanting stuff to happen right away. Hit me the other day that I have been drifting further the way of being a patience person awaiting and working hard to get to those goals and getting upset because things were not happening right away. I think this came to light when I was wondering why people in movies and around me in personal life and at work are not patience. At first I blamed technology solo, but I think that's just part of the issues and will be talked about later. After I began to develop that theory, I tested it against myself. What I had found was yes, in fact I did have less patience because of technology but that was just slightly the rea

Bar pounders

It seems like an on going thing that I am at a bar thinking about the what ifs. Why do I pounder upon these thoughts so often? And why always at a bar? I guess the reason at a bar is well there is alcohol there and there is people watching. If you combine the two you have something that I am extremely good at doing. So natural when I do those things I start thinking about other people's what ifs. Why are in this place? Is it the same reason I am here or is their life in a downward spiral of doom that the only thing to make it better is some liquor in their system. I think the later is probably an over step but still I have a feeling it does happen at times. Anyways so this night at the bar I have noticed a lot of drunk individuals some of which didn't even recognize that the are at the point of blasted, yet believe they are as normal as possible. Is that how people feel in real. In their own minds they feel that they are just like everyone else, yet in reality they are not