Habits
12 Wednesday Nov 2014
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Sometimes my emotions spiral out of control until they dwindle down into a dark, deep pit of gloom. I often find myself pondering over various questions concerning my well-being, future and self image while I search for a way to climb back up out of this pit. Tonight’s question is one that I’ve stumbled on a few times before. Can I be loved?
I would say I’m suffering from a deep bereavement despite the fact the one I love is still living, just without me. I feel an emptiness in my heart where he once took shelter. My self-confidence is shattered and every time I look in the mirror I wonder if anyone will ever look back at me and tell me they think I’m beautiful. I constantly hear compliments day to day but none of which slip off the tongue with a tang of care. I’m aware most of the time it’s just sweet-talking prowlers who have recently heard of my relationship deterioration and are interested in tasting my lips. Their compliments feel more like insults at times.
I feel like I will only ever be an object of lust. I watch the eyes of men scan my body and stare past my eyes, giving themselves thoughts of pleasure and enjoyment. I feel like a man can only love me for a brief time, fuck me a few good rounds and then get bored. I know I’m nothing extraordinary but I want someone to make me feel like I am – and then stay afterwards for cheese, crackers and wine.
I want to laugh, learn and go on adventures with someone who isn’t always trying to predict the next moment I will devour their nectarous taste. I feel deep inside that this will never happen to me though. I understand this is my depression talking, being more profound with the recent events taking place in my life. Despite whether or not the words are coming from within my own thinking or spewing out from the depression, it’s how I’m feeling.
I don’t think I will ever be loved in the deep regard that I long for and hope will someday find me. I also believe that this thinking has always lured me towards settlement to expedite the fulfilling of this craving I have for love.
In the end, I will always be a lone wolf. No matter what pack I end up running with.
02 Sunday Nov 2014
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Do you not even have the god damn decency to treat me with any respect? I’m sick of being your little whore during the week, listening to the fucking lies slip past your slippery, scheming lips. You say you love me and I’m “your world”. Well your world must be pretty damn small if you can’t speak anything to me during the days you aren’t fucking me. I’m sick of this! I’m not a whore in the brothel you can throw on her back and fuck bloody when you want too. I’m not some pathetic little puppet who will let you tie her strings in knots and torture to your content. I’m sick of feeling like I’m trapped in a maze of distraught and depression. Two years and you haven’t the fucking decency to be a man and just end all of this? Instead you have to continue being the anchor of my ship that is keeping me from sailing forward. I’m just about ready to jump off. Either I will drown and join the countless other lovers who have stayed with a man like you, or I will swim towards shore, a place of security, hope and survivors.
I’m sick of being trapped like this, unable to move how I want to move, love how I want to love. I have so much to give and ask for so little in return.
31 Friday Oct 2014
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The warmth from my cup of hot tea cuddles against the palm of my hands on this chilly fall day as I light my scented vintage candles and listen to some alternative singer/songwriter music. My toes curl up against each other underneath the safety of my plush comforter. The steam from the hot water in my mug tickles the under part of my crinkled nose as I blow cool air against it.
Today has already been a good day. Lately I’ve been feeling overwhelmed and stressed with life. I’m in full-time college courses, I work two jobs, I assistant coach a softball team and I play on an adult league myself. I’m busy from head to toe Monday-Thursday, then have to plan ahead for free time to socialize and have relaxing days like this. I decided to talk to my mother about dropping a class to relieve this over-bearing work load on me. I told her I would rather take one class less in order to make sure I get As in those classes as opposed to giving myself to much to stress about and risk lowering my grades overall. She understood and now I’m able to take a deep breath and sit back knowing I can get through this semester in much more ease.
I hope everyone else is having a good day – Happy Halloween!
If not, here is a cute gif that I hope will bring a smile to your face.
You can never go wrong with baby animals.
31 Friday Oct 2014
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I miss you. Not the you that you have become but the you that I had once fallen in love with.
You used to hold my hand whenever you got the chance. Our fingers would intertwine with eachothers as we would frequently squeeze one another to see who could squeeze the hardest. You always would win, but the pressure of your strength against my delicate skin made the moment real even though it seemed like a dream most of the time. You would rub your rough thumb against my smooth skin for what seemed like forever, then would expect me to do the same, which I always ended up doing. We took turns expressing our love through these silly little touching games we played once. I miss that.
You used to kiss me whenever I looked your way. There was a time when you couldn’t keep your lips off me. You would kiss my pink cheeks, my rose coloured lips, my arms, my hands, my forehead, my shoulders… These days I have to ask your permission to kiss you because you told me you no longer feel the urge to kiss me, especially in public. The only time you willingly kiss me is when I shamefully give myself away to you, only for you to stop kissing me once the last bit of my dignity has been thrusted out of me.
You used to tell me you loved me. Not in the “oh yeah you too” mumbling sense you do now but the “you mean the absolute world to me, I love you dearly” passionate way. The words used to slip off your tongue so naturally and clean-cut, but nowadays they are coated with doubt and insecurity. Your words used to be believable as you would whisper them, along with sweet nothings, into my listening ears. You never say it first anymore. I have to repeat myself over and over again just to simply hear you mumble it, and give myself away to you to hear that clean-cut version you used to so proudly announce to the world.
What happened?
I ask myself this question every day. These past two years, what did I do wrong? Did I become unattractive to you? Did I lose sight of what our relationship was? Did I give you to much credit? Did I over-speculate on things? Did I do this, did I do that? I never thought to ask myself, what did you do wrong?
You took the little confidence I had within myself and tormented me with it for the past 6 months. You lied about loving me just because “you were scared”. What did you think I was going to do? I’m a fragile girl who has so much love to give to the world and wouldn’t hurt a soul. You lied to me. You abused me. You took advantage of me.
You loved me once. You genuinely did.
I miss that you.
29 Wednesday Oct 2014
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I was bullied immensely as a young child up until around the start of high school. I was “different” in the young minds of others. I enjoyed the things most young girls didn’t. I played rough with the boys, enjoyed trading Pokemon cards at recess and rarely brushed my gold locks. I never stuffed my bra, I never painted my nails, I never said mean things about other girls. I never went with the flow, I always swam against it. I always heard the whispers of those around me but I never thought much of it at first. It started with whispers, proceeded to shoves and then to the face to face confrontation. I never fought back though. Make love not war – something I’ve believed in since I was a child.
Instead of fighting back I would escape. I created a world of my own where I was a wolf. A black wolf to be exact. And a princess.
I started with large rolling green hills painted with budding flowers and tall trees that towered in the background. Beyond the green vast were monstrous snow-caped mountains that crept over the warm valleys as if they were to crash down and cover the lands in winter, which they never did. The forests seemed endless as I imagined myself on all four black legs, sprinting and dodging the trees and logs. The sun shone bright in the sky, surrounded by puffy pink and white clouds that looked soft enough to eat. There were multiple moons at night, but the focus of the dark sky was the millions of bright stars that gave light to the valley like a crystal chandelier in a ball room. The village was large and always awake. It had a medieval charm to it, nothing really technological and created with warm, neutral browns and reds. Simple but beautiful. The ocean was always nearby, close enough that you could hear the crashing of the white waves against the hot sands. From my palace you could see the deep blue ocean stretch farther and farther away from my fingertip as I pointed out towards it.
I called this place Mazara.
I continued to escape to Mazara every day. Whenever I was there, I couldn’t hear the whispers or feel the shoves. I began to convince myself I was truly from Mazara and my parents had sent me to this “realm” (Earth) to escape a dark evil that was taking over the land but someday I would magically return and live out my life as the black wolf princess.
Silly and childish I know, but something that has kept me going strong all these years. Sometimes I still tell myself that I truly am from this beautiful place and that is why I am never actually happy while I’m here on Earth. I know it’s childish thinking but I never failed to visit my imagination and find happiness there despite that when I came back I was surrounded by melancholy.
When the time comes and I have my own children I will tell them many stories about Mazara and I will encourage them to create their own “realm” that we can write stories about and escape to together under the covers with our flashlights, paper and pens.
You should never forget about your imagination or let reality diminish the use of it. Imagination is a powerful tool of surviving life and I refuse to ever let anyone taint mine. Those who don’t use their minds in the way I use mine are often cold and ill-hearted. They don’t look at me the way I look at others with my love and kindness. We will always live in a world with cruel people who just want to hurt others. What do I do about it?
I escape to Mazara.
28 Tuesday Oct 2014
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I pluck the petals from a flower. Does he love me? Does he not? It varies each day. Most days are drowned in melancholy and my lips are tainted with the poison that lingers on his. His touch is sometimes ever so soft against my defenseless, weak skin while other days it’s a knife drawing hate all over my innocent body.
The lunch date.
The tiny hope that the warm teacup resting against the palm of my hands and the smell of freshly baked bread will whisk away all painful ties between us two. We smile. We laugh. We touch. We kiss. We love.
The next day his words come at me like an automatic weapon. Bang. Bang. Bang. The tears escape my eyes the moment I leave his side but he doesn’t know. Even if he did he wouldn’t care. Not until the next lunch date.
Why do I bother? I ask myself every night when I go to sleep thinking about his handsome face and every morning when I wake to the thought of him beside me. I trace my fingertips against the soft rose sheets of my bed, imagining his warm breath against my soft morning face.
Days go by without us seeing one another. I feel strong, invincible. “I don’t need him, it’s over!” I tell myself over and over again as I rise with confidence. I see him. I fall back to the scared, pathetic child inside within seconds the moment his eyes meet mine. I mutter my hellos, which slide off my lips like daggers coated with a hint of bitterness. He notices and calls me a bitch. Every morning we are together.
The cycle repeats.
Does he love me? Does he not? Lunch date. Bang, bang, bang. It’s over. His eyes. Bitch.
I know I deserve better. I know there are many suitors who crave the taste of my delicate skin. I know there are plenty of men who could place me atop a throne and cherish my every breath. I know I will never change the monster within him or persuade him to love me, truly. I know every time I pluck the petals from the flowers I will land on he loves me not.
I know all of this
but those lunch dates make me forget it all
26 Sunday Oct 2014
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1. Not killing or causing harm to other living beings. This is the fundamental ethical principle for Buddhism, and all the other precepts are elaborations of this. The precept implies acting non-violently wherever possible, and many Buddhists are vegetarian for this reason. The positive counterpart of this precept is love.
2. Not taking the not-given. Stealing is an obvious way in which one can harm others. One can also take advantage of people, exploit them, or manipulate them. All these can be seen as ways of taking the not given. The positive counterpart of this precept is generosity.
3. Avoiding sexual misconduct. Over the centuries different Buddhist schools have interpreted this precept in many ways, but essentially it means not causing harm to oneself or others in the area of sexual activity. It includes avoiding breaking commitments in the area of sexual relations, and avoiding encouraging others to do the same. The positive counterpart of this precept is contentment.
4. Avoiding false speech. Speech is the crucial element in our relations with others, and yet language is a slippery medium, and we often deceive ourselves or others without even realising that this is what we are doing. Truthfulness, the positive counterpart of this precept, is therefore essential in an ethical life. But truthfulness is not enough, and in another list of precepts (the ten precepts or the ten kusala dharmas) no fewer than four speech precepts are mentioned, the others enjoining that our speech should be kindly, helpful, and harmonious.
5. Abstaining from drink and drugs that cloud the mind. The positive counterpart of this precept is mindfulness, or awareness. Mindfulness is a fundamental quality to be developed the Buddha’s path, and experience shows that taking intoxicating drink or drugs tends to run directly counter to this.
Credit to: https://thebuddhistcentre.com/text/ethics
My father embarked on a journey to dwell deeper into the concepts of Buddhism and I’m beginning to follow his footsteps. There is a temple near where I live that I’m going to stop by to get the full experience and hopefully commit to this amazing path.
I’ve never been much of a religious person. I always thought the Bible was rather contradictory and a mix between both love and hate. I could never justify the faith that my other family members seemed to have. I constantly felt left out but I just didn’t feel content “believing” and “worshiping” something I didn’t feel within.
I’m a happy, loving person who wishes for peace world wide and wants to end all problems but I never could see the sense in achieving those through religion. Don’t get me wrong, if you practice a faith then I’m happy for you! I’m not against religions, I just never found the faith myself.
Buddhism isn’t really a religion, more so precepts and preachings about life. Buddha never once said he was a God or deemed himself Holy.
This is the path I’m choosing and it’s a path I’ve never felt more happy to take.
kalyana mitrata