Category: Writers Block
“You hold the answers deep within your own mind. Consciously, you’ve forgotten them, that’s the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our memory. But the imprint is always there.”
A wealth of truth is woven into that quote. No matter how pious or kind we believe ourselves, we are flawed by our own nature. The death of a loved one. Though shocking and shattering when first witnessed, fades into the darkest corner of our mind. And only when the silence grows too loud or the night holds too many empty hours do we resurrect the pain.
Yet you cried and offered condolences. You bowed your head and received sympathy. You vowed never to forget the dead; to lock them in your heart, and to throw away the key.
Wisdom is in the minds of the young; those resilient ignorant minds which cast away that which they do not understand. Those precious minds that haven’t yet grasped the concept of death, pain, and shame. So you follow through rashly and with no thought of the future consequences. And once done and set in stone, you turn your face away and pretend it never happened. You write it off as some dream or scene from your most recent reverie. But it was no act of illusion; it was all too real and you know it.
How does the old saying go? Ignorance is bliss? That it may be but what then, do you call denial? The human mind and its Swiss cheese memory is a complicated subject. Close your eyes, pray, go on about your life, forget, live, eat, sleep, breathe. You just do that and everything will be alright.
What are we supposed to do when war is an intrinsic part of our nature, it's fine to preach, but people want far more than fine words and moralising.
I like this.
Thanks.
Bob
it wasn't about war, and was written at six O'clock in the morning? thanks bob
The time is irrelevant it's still preaching
well if you don't like my preaching then go read something else
Please learn to accept criticisim it's vital to being a writer.
lol I know. Bitchy mood. sorry. But it really wasn't preaching, I wrote it as a critisism of myself actually.
Hmm your a might too hard on yourself
*shrugs. meh, maybe
All that introspection is ultimately destructive, having done it when ill 16 years ago, I'd forget it altogether before you become entrenched inside your own head.