Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Faith-and-Hope]

👋 @Silenus .....

[Silenus]

Have you ever lost your mind, only to regret finding it again?

[Sans911]

@Silenus- nice to see you around

[Silenus]

Hiya @Sans911 🙂

Nice to haunt these halls...

Waves cheerily at @Faith-and-Hope 🙂

[Mazarita]

Hi @Silenus, happy new year to you too!

How are you going these days (aside from time travelling in this perpetual bubble of nowness)?

Good to see you, as always. 

[Silenus]

Hugs @Mazarita !

Will report status when my thoughts are gathered enough. In the meantime, a poem...

How To Look
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Expect the worst,
Just to slake cynic's thirst;
To always see the bad even in the good,
A self-defence mechanism gone wrong and misunderstood;
This is the nature of life in the dark,
Where years of bites lead to fear of the bark:
A mind full of demons and obsessive thoughts,
Of moral aughts and contrived noughts;
Reality is pliable and slave to the senses and mind,
Focusing on one and not the other reduces what you find.

[Mazarita]

Hugs back, @Silenus! 

I love your latest poem. Great language as usual, and I relate to being troubled by my own cynicism, pessimism, darkness of mind. Luckily it's not all of me, but it does get me into trouble. I'm guessing that, if you are still working where you were, it may be an environment to stoke cynicism's fires. That's the big challenge, isn't it? Holding onto our mind and senses, when surrounded by things that do not inspire this. Not something I've managed at all well in my life. I admire your fortitude.

Of course, I may be off track with these impressions, in which case, feel free to set me straight. 

[Former-Member]

Legoland

My life was Legoland
All was in my hand

The past came by
And I thought I try
But the storm hit
And Legoland was lit

Now I sit here and see
The pieces around me
Some broken and lost
It came at high cost

I lost Legoland
Nothing at hand

Legoland over and gone
Legoland, nightmare become
Legoland full of broken bones
Legoland full of cracked stones

Deceived by my family
Deceived by my friends
Legoland for eternity
This is not the right end

I pick up the pieces
One by one
I look at the pieces
One by one

Legoland, Legoland
What should I do
Emptiness in my hand
And I wonder who

Who is my friend
That will see the end
Who is my family
There’s no eternity

Legoland, legoland
I pick up the pieces
Legoland, legoland
I start up again

[Silenus]

@Former-Member - wow... amazing poem. Such profoundly powerful imagery.

I feel your pain. The endless demolition and rebuilding that is life...

Thank you for sharing. Hugs and happy vibes beaming to you... 🙂

[Silenus]

Hi @Mazarita 🙂

Cynicism, negativity, and dark brooding thoughts,
Lost is the skin if all we see are warts;
Fear and hate stop us from ever being free,
So we must find other ways for us to see.

Hahaha... not my finest work, but hey... spur of the moment...

I spent a few decades being trapped by negativity. It stopped me from exploring all that I can be. Time lost to negativity, yes, but valuable lessons learned.

I have stopped taking the world seriously. I don't watch or read news. But I don't bury my head in the sand either.

Boundaries. That's what it's about.

There is an invisible field around me. It is an intellectual construct, but every bit as real as the real of the Really Real. It is my sphere of control, if you will.

Everything within my sphere of control is able to be partially or fully controlled by me. Everything outside my sphere of control is beyond my abilities to influence, and so it ceases to be a source of fear, hate or other negative emotion.

It is merely "what is", and it exists unaltered whether I worry myself into anxiety and depression or not.

I choose a different path. I focus on what I can influence in my life. The rest is for all the clever people in the world, who all seem to know what is best for others without ever knowing them. That is the basis of our human societies. I withdraw from it as much as possible, without donning the hermit's flaxen robe...

Boundaries. Can I change it? Nuh. Ah well. Can I change it? Yup. Will it be a change for the better? Yup. Then change...

This has been another Silenus ramble... hahaha... 🙂