I need to write. I need to pen down my thoughts. I wish I could write like Paulo Coelho or Jane Austen, but that doesn’t happen to some of us, does it? Still it does not stop me to continue to aspire to be in the likes of these famous authors.
I feel a sense of calm and peace yet slightly disturbed. I read quite recently of a father and brother raping their own daughter and sister. Another instance, of a father raping his own daughter with a friend. I heard more sexual abuse cases during a talk at work. Horrible incidences unimaginable in our minds but happen. The ones who hurt us are our dearest and nearest.
To be honest, it’s human to only allow those we truly care about to hurt us. Friends, parents, siblings and the list goes on. Living with constant backbiting however small it is, incessant chatter of mindless gossip, constant negativity and pessimistic views from family or whoever you may stay with can be ingrained in our minds and in my books, is also called abuse. Living with such people could either drive one mad or we could just join them. Living away from them is my current solution.
When we are advised to occupy ourselves, as there is so much to do out there, why is there still pointless chatter? An idol mind is a devil’s workshop but some still rather choose this path. The prospects of activities that are beneficial to society or self seem unimportant in these minds. I find it hard to comprehend.
A friendship so valued but yet the other party may not value it as much. Is it too much expectancy or just blissful ignorance? Questions with no answers.
Sometimes I try too hard. I could be the one who hurts others or the one that hurts. I need to stop trying. To stop hurting and stop being the one, who hurts others, is to stop trying too hard.
Who can we trust? To have even one friend whom we could call a friend at the end of our life would be good. To stop trusting is not the solution. To be careful to the point of paranoia is not the solution. To trust with caution that we are only human is the answer. Of course, once smitten, don’t go and get bitten.
How do we know if it is we who are wrong or not? It’s all word games during arguments that turn into twisted debates, and then may the best speaker win! So how do we know? We may feel wronged but it’s the other party that is right. Or we may feel in the wrong, but we’re right. And then comes the question, is this even relevant? Does this really matter? There are clear-cut cases like the earlier examples of family incest but there are always the grey areas. Everyone could be diplomatically correct; it could almost be called a political affair.
So there it is my random thoughts, thoughts I just had to pen off.
3 comments:
Very well put into words, Natasha. I cannot begin to explain how I feel right now, but it is the basis of what you have written.
It's important to stand firm in what you believe in and to block out everything and everyone that has a negative effect on us. Having said that, would it be easily done if the people who bring out the worst in us are our parents or loved ones?
oh my gosh Anita, i think you're the first person who got me!!! My own hubby told me if anyone read this they would either think i need some mental help or i'm an incest victim! Love ya lots, we should spend more time together!
good question you have there, it's not easy when it's our own parents or loved ones, but if they have a negative impact on us, we should stay away. My dad always said be with those who make you happy.:D
your dad was a wise man! think of him sometimes when i think of old times... haha... especially the time we had to go to Dengkil police station!
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