I’m working against a lot of the “no’s” I’ve heard in life.
Specifically the ‘no… you can’t do this.”
The number of rejected powers have been inherited by a long line of ancestral oppression.
I’m learning that the power of meditation is something I can no longer neglect of I want to posses the power of self.
It’s Thursday night. I am trying to make progress by highlighting words that I can’t define in magazine articles. I continue to re-read the article over and over again until it become engraved.
A lot is going on in the world today. Women are continuing to stand against abusers and their sympathizers. A war with many battles.
My mind races from one thought to another. Ultimately it gets constricted into my typical final thought: “what is all of this telling me? — what is my purpose?”
Do I run free and into the wind — find God, discover talents of healing and other aspects of the journey to enlightenment?
Do I join those in the battle and push to fight a fight that may or may not open doors for those who have also heard so many “no’s” in their lives?
Do I display images and words to a wide audience to help them understand these narratives of our world?
What do I do? I feel the utter confusion and emptiness that Sylvia Plath consistently projected in her existential writings.
I do not blame women like Melania Trump — giving up and settling for the perfect pair of Christian Loubitons seems more simple than fussing over what the right thing to do is… unfortunately for her… she has to face herself through the eyes of a man that reflects her own greed. And he’s not pretty…
The last option I have is to ‘just get a job and stay out of it.’ I could have a flock of children and hopefully raise them to be stronger and smarter than I.
The human condition… one that has no right answer… just a bunch of people telling us what we can or can not do.
The ‘no’s’ in life. How much power am I giving them? Perhaps… it’s just my own fear giving it power. Hm.