The other day, I was just chilling out and thinking. A little poem came to my mind. (warning: possibly graphic)
Lift the veil and see your bride.
Unless you can't, unless you're blind.
You see she's pale, pale as death.
Do you know this girl you're with?
Her kiss is cold, her touch is weak,
Her hand clammy on your cheek.
Is this really love to you?
Can you tell her words are true?
Do you even know her?
She'll touch your flesh, she'll steal your soul.
You bite your lip, feel your stomach roll.
You want her flesh, you lose control.
You will reap what you have sown.
O her heart, you don't care,
You just want to feel her hair.
And her face, you've barely seen.
Too distracted when bodies lean.
You don't even know her.
You feel a chill down your spine.
What have you done this time?
Yet you move right along
Hoping touch will bring a song.
But your empty heart still cries,
Overcome by sounding sighs.
Listen now, you might just hear
The muffled cry of conscience near.
You don't even know her.
Here's the question: Do you even know her? All too often we jump right in, shutting off our minds, shutting up our hearts and our conscience, and "let our hands do the talking". We're a society of "just do it". Who cares about the guilt? What guilt? You have nothing to be guilty of. Oh sure, so you got her pregnant... just have an abortion, it's no big deal. WRONG.
Can't add much more, the poem really says it all. Let's face it, there's a lot more than biology at work here, that's all I can really say at this time. We'll get into it more later, look at the battle behind the scenes, the psychology. I think this will end up being a lot less off-topic than it seems.
November 24, 2009
November 17, 2009
Insecurity
Insecurity is something most, if not all, feel at some point in life. Some feel it for much longer than a moment, a week, a day. This is something I know deeply. Insecurity, like fear itself, encompasses many things. It can be caused by many things, and can cause shyness and a general uneasiness with life. It would seem, this particular state of mind and soul mingles with my last post. Fear of touch, of people, etc. In all reality, anything and everything I post here will simply come back to fear, but I like to explore different facets.
Let's look at the causes of insecurity. One cause could be violence in the home. A girl could be abused by her dad or a boy abused by his mom, causing an insecurity, an uneasiness around people of the opposite sex. Another cause could be bullying. A child is mentally and physically abused by their peers, or even their teachers. Maybe the main cause is simply: rejection.
Now the effect. Anxiety, uneasiness, shyness, literally crawling into corners, avoiding eye contact. Some insecure people even (as we've all known) resort to bullying to cope; it's almost as if they're taking vengeance on their past. Some crawl into the arms of a lover in the hope of finding some essence of security, stability, love. Some bury themselves in work. Others bury themselves in partying. It's actually quite interesting what the effects are, and how many there are. Some surround themselves with friends, or at least try; always looking for acceptance. Maybe the main effect is simply: a longing for acceptance.
Makes you wonder. Maybe that's the problem in society. It's a vicious cycle. We become insecure, then we either abuse or avoid, and all it does is cause others' insecurity. Psychologically, it causes a nearly insurmountable battle in the individual mind, causes questions that are nearly unanswerable.
Yes, let's look there. The mind, the heart, the soul (they're all interconnected). The battle that ensues consumes, truly. You ask yourself who you are, what you are, what you want to be, the price of who you've become in order to cope. You start to beg for stability, for answers.
You look in all the wrong places.
Of course, I cannot tell you those answers, you must find those on your own. I can tell you this: those answers lie neither within nor in the arms of a lover. You must search, learn from mistakes, keep asking those questions; it will not be instantaneous. It will take time. Trust me, it's painful, but answers will come. Don't forget to pray. Whether you believe it or not, it is a powerful thing, and you are heard.
Let's look at the causes of insecurity. One cause could be violence in the home. A girl could be abused by her dad or a boy abused by his mom, causing an insecurity, an uneasiness around people of the opposite sex. Another cause could be bullying. A child is mentally and physically abused by their peers, or even their teachers. Maybe the main cause is simply: rejection.
Now the effect. Anxiety, uneasiness, shyness, literally crawling into corners, avoiding eye contact. Some insecure people even (as we've all known) resort to bullying to cope; it's almost as if they're taking vengeance on their past. Some crawl into the arms of a lover in the hope of finding some essence of security, stability, love. Some bury themselves in work. Others bury themselves in partying. It's actually quite interesting what the effects are, and how many there are. Some surround themselves with friends, or at least try; always looking for acceptance. Maybe the main effect is simply: a longing for acceptance.
Makes you wonder. Maybe that's the problem in society. It's a vicious cycle. We become insecure, then we either abuse or avoid, and all it does is cause others' insecurity. Psychologically, it causes a nearly insurmountable battle in the individual mind, causes questions that are nearly unanswerable.
Yes, let's look there. The mind, the heart, the soul (they're all interconnected). The battle that ensues consumes, truly. You ask yourself who you are, what you are, what you want to be, the price of who you've become in order to cope. You start to beg for stability, for answers.
You look in all the wrong places.
Of course, I cannot tell you those answers, you must find those on your own. I can tell you this: those answers lie neither within nor in the arms of a lover. You must search, learn from mistakes, keep asking those questions; it will not be instantaneous. It will take time. Trust me, it's painful, but answers will come. Don't forget to pray. Whether you believe it or not, it is a powerful thing, and you are heard.
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