It's the end of another week, month, year. And to think, I sometimes still have no idea where I stand with you.
Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts
Deserving Love
"We accept the love we think we deserve." - Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
So what do we do if we do not believe we deserve it? Do we reject it? Run from it? Hide from it? Push it away? Or do we go along with it, hoping that one day we will wake up feeling worthy and in the mean time, pray to God that the one giving us their love doesn't give up.
Questions, questions, questions, and as always, so few answers.
So what do we do if we do not believe we deserve it? Do we reject it? Run from it? Hide from it? Push it away? Or do we go along with it, hoping that one day we will wake up feeling worthy and in the mean time, pray to God that the one giving us their love doesn't give up.
Questions, questions, questions, and as always, so few answers.
Late-Night Early-Morning Questionings of a Scrambled Mind
What is life? What is this existence that we so dearly hang on to? What does living, truly living look like? What is death? What goes through one's mind right before they pass over? What is the passing?
What is love? What is hate? Why do we hate, when they deserve love? Why do we love, when they deserve hate? What does loving your neighbor as yourself look like? What does loving your enemy really mean? Why does love make one do crazy things? How is it possible for love to change a person?
What is laughter? Why do we laugh? Why do we cry? What is crying, really? What is sadness? What is happiness? Why do both cause our eyes to leak? What is the difference between happiness and joy? What are emotions, anyway? Why does one thing make Jack feel this, but Jill feel that?
Why do you always want what you can't have? Why are people drawn to things that are bad for them? Why do we remember what we wish to forget, but forget what we need to remember? How are people so alike, yet so vastly different? Why do my questions differ from yours? Why are there so many questions, but so few answers?
Why am I not asleep?
What is love? What is hate? Why do we hate, when they deserve love? Why do we love, when they deserve hate? What does loving your neighbor as yourself look like? What does loving your enemy really mean? Why does love make one do crazy things? How is it possible for love to change a person?
What is laughter? Why do we laugh? Why do we cry? What is crying, really? What is sadness? What is happiness? Why do both cause our eyes to leak? What is the difference between happiness and joy? What are emotions, anyway? Why does one thing make Jack feel this, but Jill feel that?
Why do you always want what you can't have? Why are people drawn to things that are bad for them? Why do we remember what we wish to forget, but forget what we need to remember? How are people so alike, yet so vastly different? Why do my questions differ from yours? Why are there so many questions, but so few answers?
Why am I not asleep?
Real Talk
What happened to the art of conversation? Real, true conversation. To being completely open and honest with a person, to verbalizing all that you're feeling, even if that means allowing yourself to be vulnerable? What is everyone so scared of these days? Why are we so scared of being deep, so scared of being "politically incorrect," so scared that we might offend another by simply being honest, so we resort to superficial, insignificant chatter? And from the other side, why are we so ready to jump on someone if they so much as say a single word that rubs us the wrong way? Why can't we just give them the chance to get what they need to get out, and then take things from there? Why are we so scared of honesty?
Because we are well aware of the fact that honesty, that the truth is not always appealing. We are so comfortable with things always being sugar-coated; we don't know how to deal with the hard stuff, the real stuff. And that is our short-coming. We fear things that shouldn't be feared, things that could be building us up, bringing us closer, as opposed to tearing us apart. But we're too scared to let that happen. Because that would mean bringing down our defenses and being vulnerable. And God forbid that ever happens.
I hope that one day we will grow out of this need for comfortability and learn to be real with one another. Maybe then we'll finally start getting somewhere.
Because we are well aware of the fact that honesty, that the truth is not always appealing. We are so comfortable with things always being sugar-coated; we don't know how to deal with the hard stuff, the real stuff. And that is our short-coming. We fear things that shouldn't be feared, things that could be building us up, bringing us closer, as opposed to tearing us apart. But we're too scared to let that happen. Because that would mean bringing down our defenses and being vulnerable. And God forbid that ever happens.
I hope that one day we will grow out of this need for comfortability and learn to be real with one another. Maybe then we'll finally start getting somewhere.
Happy Holidays
It's just one of those days where you question everyone and everything.
"Merry" Christmas.
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