WE always seem to believe that the sun rises on us. We use it in our self-help books to boost out spirits and attempt to heal our hearts. But throughout all of this therapy for ourselves, we forgot one very major thing.
When the sun rises for one, it sets for another.
Showing posts with label Theories. Show all posts
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Theory 3: What
THE first man on Earth has a lot on him.
Suppose you really screwed up. Maybe it was a bad day. So bad that you wishes you didn't have to be born who you were, and you want someone to blame for a mistake that could only be yours. Trace it back to your mother, for giving birth to you, to her mother and her mother and her mother. Keep going back and eventually you will trace it back to the very first person on earth. Note the second person came about somehow later and is partly at fault too but it's the first one who started all this.
Suppose you had a freaking good day. You made new friends and you impressed your peers and boss or whoever it is who pays you nuts for a few hours of your life a day. Suddenly it's all about you. Of course you could still trace it back to the very first man on earth through your mother and her mother and her mother and her mother. But you won't. Because YOU, yes YOU did something good.
Anyway.
We can blame the beginning for every single fallback and achievement we've faced.
What do we want to do next?
Suppose you really screwed up. Maybe it was a bad day. So bad that you wishes you didn't have to be born who you were, and you want someone to blame for a mistake that could only be yours. Trace it back to your mother, for giving birth to you, to her mother and her mother and her mother. Keep going back and eventually you will trace it back to the very first person on earth. Note the second person came about somehow later and is partly at fault too but it's the first one who started all this.
Suppose you had a freaking good day. You made new friends and you impressed your peers and boss or whoever it is who pays you nuts for a few hours of your life a day. Suddenly it's all about you. Of course you could still trace it back to the very first man on earth through your mother and her mother and her mother and her mother. But you won't. Because YOU, yes YOU did something good.
Anyway.
We can blame the beginning for every single fallback and achievement we've faced.
What do we want to do next?
Theory 2: Baby Language
BABIES know a language none of us know. At least, we don't now.
A mother will soothingly stroke a baby, hug and cuddle him when he cries, but does she know apart from guesses what he's saying? No.
We forget this sacred language as we grow older, stuffing our brains with those memories and nuggets of what is traditionally called common sense. (Where did the dollars go, I ask?)
We are foolish wits and wise fools and oh so tragically, wryly human.
A mother will soothingly stroke a baby, hug and cuddle him when he cries, but does she know apart from guesses what he's saying? No.
We forget this sacred language as we grow older, stuffing our brains with those memories and nuggets of what is traditionally called common sense. (Where did the dollars go, I ask?)
We are foolish wits and wise fools and oh so tragically, wryly human.
Theory 1: I'm FINE
"I'M fine" are words more often used to mean the opposite of what they're defined as than to mean what people think they mean when spoken.
Perhaps we all hide too far beheath our surface meanings.
So the next time you hear a minor collection of words, think about the fact that ou shouldn't be just glancing at them. Look through them, try not to be squeamish and through their murky depths eye the sunlight that comes shining through.
If you don't and won't I won't mind though.
I'm fine with that.
Perhaps we all hide too far beheath our surface meanings.
So the next time you hear a minor collection of words, think about the fact that ou shouldn't be just glancing at them. Look through them, try not to be squeamish and through their murky depths eye the sunlight that comes shining through.
If you don't and won't I won't mind though.
I'm fine with that.
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