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#IDidNotMakeThis #ADHD #ADD
Hash tag I did not make this.
I look around
I see
death blooms
inside sweet cocoons
fickle melodies
offensive frequencies
no room
there’s no room
MELTDOWNS :: gleaned from very well health . Com. If you see someone experiencing this as a response to an interaction, stop pushing, because you suck if you push even after. I’ve bolted into oncoming traffic in a car, reactivity, and it’s terrifying and you feel like the most pathetic inexcusable retard afterward but that’s the part I guess that makes it a disability… once you’re over the edge that’s all she wrote… I’ve only ever been bullied and harassed / pushed to that point, as I’ve the wonderful ability to self regulate, unless you take that from me.
To date, almost nobody is worthy of trust.
You can trust a pattern to repeat itself, that’s about it.
That is the nature of a pattern.
As far as I can tell, behavioral patterns form as a defense mechanism and only came to fruition amidst self awareness.
The awareness of one’s self lead to a disassociation from one another.
That we tell ourselves a story, “i am whole,” is a lie.
The reality that we have built for ourselves within this mindset follows suit.
The behavioral patterns we have developed from this mindset, no matter how momentarily beneficial it may seem, are all lies.
How can you trust something which is inherently a lie? You can’t.
There is no such thing as trust, because there is no such thing as truth, for there is no man which can grasp the full breadth of knowledge or the secret will of all, within his hands.
If you’re confused, good.
And I pity he who thinks he understands, whether he does or does not.
Thanks! Goodnight!
“Do no harm.”
You can learn alot about someone by what they claim to hate.
You can learn even more about yourself, studying that which you hate.
It takes a measure of love to learn more than you could from a measure of hatred, but it takes a measure of hatred to find that which is truly love.
In this sense, hatred is discernment, and that which we think of hate, is ignorance disguised as confusion mixed with pride. The pride is that which confuses when you face what you don’t understand, as though nothing else exists outside of what you think you know.
Most will end this process which begins with hate, gaining nothing but loss, and so hatred becomes something which takes life more than it’s supposed protection. Because of this, hatred is avoided and projected as something to be run from, or ignored.
What if we got it all wrong when we judged, gave names to, and described the reasons for the feelings we are equipped?
There are some pretty obvious claims, such as “fear” and its impact on the body along with what can be accomplished when in such a state.
Today I believe that I have discovered the necessity of hatred, and I believe that we incorrectly assigned a negative thing to a feeling which exists for an entirely different purpose than what we’ve described.
Everything in nature is perfect, and so we must’ve been perfectly equipped. I personally do not believe that our purpose is to destroy, and destruction is something beyond our perception of mortality. Mortality isnt bad, neither is destruction. What is “bad” is destruction without purpose, or for selfish gain.
Hatred is a feeling we’ve been given for reflection and growth. It is not something to run from, or even to be used as a way of describing one’s feelings for another. Hatred is the body’s way of telling us that we’ve discovered a lie in which we partake. You could call it you internal compass which points toward what you’re made to be.
When you hate someone or something, it is a challenge from within to identify and change something about yourself, often something you see in others. This is why it’s widely known that you only hate in others what you see in yourself.
The process to changing one’s self is to first hate the thing which must be changed. Most people get stuck at this step, and then project it outward in order to substantiate the value of the feeling, because everything needs a conclusion.
In other words, our mind can not stand things left undone, and so it will find a way to give the thing you feel something to do, thus releasing you or the responsibility for change.
You can’t change, because you’ve been written. And so, all you can change is what you do, and how you see or perceive. The first step is self hatred, which in itself identifies the thing which must be faced.
The next step is to love whatever it is that you’re looking at. This enables you the ability to find the good in whatever it is which caused you to do bad. This changes a life taking quality into a life giving quality.
This is the purpose of hatred. Projecting it outward does nothing effective. Understanding the feeling and embracing it unlocks your ability to grow into the person you were made to be.
This also enables one to become fulfilled and to bring active goodness to a world that needs it. So, HATE YOURSELF!!! For that is where you find true love. in, love becomes salvation.
This is not only true for the spiritual being which leads, but also for the one whose words make manifest that from within.
To love that which you hate, enables your ability to see through that which confuses, or lies to you.
If any untruth is a lie, then in context you must learn to love what you hate, in order order to see things more clearly or truthfully.
Silence wants me
like heartbreak chases
Marathon deliveries of fate
I never thought I’d hate
Then again I
Never knew I could
And again I
Never thought I would
Take a chance
with the devil
In the vein again
Simple plans are wasted
On memories trick fucked
From behind
Up from the bottom
We’re starting to think
Blisters full of ink
Maybe we were friends
There won’t ever be
An end