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Monday, January 23, 2012
An Explanation
A sidenote to any anonymous reader:
My posts do disappear, sometimes- because these are the posts I write for stress relief/when I feel angst- and then when I'm cheered up again, I delete them-
to forget.
(The act of deletion helps me forget, verily)
It's akin to how I put myself through music therapy on facebook;
Once the music has served its purpose, I delete the posted video.
There's just something extraordinarily theraputic about putting stuff on a public domain- because you know people may chance upon it.
Thus, by expressing yourself where others may hear/observe/notice- it's enough, to soothe your soul.
It's quite strange, but it worked wonders for me.
/highly recommanded
Of course, Music can be used to convey a message in all seriousness-
but I leave the discerning listener/reader to differentiate between stress/angst relief, and a tale.
All I can conclude, is this:
Nisi Dominus frustra.
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I'm still getting over my inherent dislike for photography of Self.
I don't get why I look decent in real life, but in photos, I look anything but decent 80% of the time.
Perhaps I attribute somewhat higher standards to the word "decency", as compared to others- but still, I don't quite comprehend this lack of consistency.
Oh well, I just don't look that nice in photos. /shrug
My Self-Esteem is quite well restored- in that I'm quite happy and contented being me, truly! (For that, I thank the Lord alone)
Yet, upon reflection- how can it be possible, that my horrid experiences in Primary School and Secondary School left such gaping wounds on my soul previously!
I assumed that when memory died, so did the scars-
Are all bullied victims like this? Does the cycle of bullying pass on,subconsciously? Despite all my positivity, my joy- a snippet of the hurt, lingered on, until.. I was healed.
Is there, some sort of scarring of the subconscious? Of the emotion- that is so crucial in one's early years?
To any reader- who may be bullied now, in some way, or another
Or was bullied, with the emotional scars quietly tearing you apart :/ (been there, and I feel you)
Keep the Faith.
Always.
Things always pick up. Even at your lowest point, You are never alone.
Never.
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I like this quote quite a bit. (Actually, I just like quoting random stuff I read on websites, from books- I don't owe a book of quotes, but I love quotes that touch the soul)
"I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one's head pointed toward the sun, one's feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death."
— Nelson Mandela
7:35 PM
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History.is.bunk
December 2011
January 2012
February 2012
Outgoing
I'm far too lazy, alas!
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