I now understand why people sometimes choose to be lost, no, not
lost, in their own world. Perhaps it’s not such a bad thing after all.
It could be a refuge, a haven, a quiet place, a controlled environment,
where one coils or cuddles back into, where one feels a sense of
security and comfort, whether false or not, at least it feels so. For a
while now, I’ve been too much of a fire element, too hot-blooded, having
a response and reaction to every stimulus, fighting for every little
cause, expressing freely directly responsibly, whether at work or in my
personal life, it’s been a bit too much to take, for me and probably the
people around me, it might be a negative energy, I want to mellow down,
less is more, keep some, go easy, be sometimes a bit ignorant, more of a
water element, be sometimes a bit more in my own world, and it might be
easier.
I told a friend, “I want to be more like you. More in your own world. And now I understand why.” I asked if she was optimistic or pessimistic, she said she’s hopeful. Sometimes, you feel as if you haven’t been good enough for the world or haven’t lived up to it. It was suggested it might be heathy to occasionally also believe “sometimes, perhaps, the world hasn’t exactly lived up to you too.” Not that anyone owes you a living though, not in that sense.
People sometimes live with arms wide open, only to be hurt and then they recoil into their own world; people sometimes break out of their shells in an attempt to welcome and let in the world again. Funny how life can be a constant flux like that, huh.
I told a friend, “I want to be more like you. More in your own world. And now I understand why.” I asked if she was optimistic or pessimistic, she said she’s hopeful. Sometimes, you feel as if you haven’t been good enough for the world or haven’t lived up to it. It was suggested it might be heathy to occasionally also believe “sometimes, perhaps, the world hasn’t exactly lived up to you too.” Not that anyone owes you a living though, not in that sense.
People sometimes live with arms wide open, only to be hurt and then they recoil into their own world; people sometimes break out of their shells in an attempt to welcome and let in the world again. Funny how life can be a constant flux like that, huh.
