Relatetionships

The country of Moralia has decided to outlaw judgement guns. In recent years we have lost a great deal of the population to judgment guns specifically when the guns are loaded with an ammunition called criticism. Criticism is thought to improve the human condition, but when administered incorrectly or by a judgment gun of high caliber criticism is deadly. The country of Moralia has prided itself in its acceptance of different lifestyles. In the past couple of years there has a been an inexplicable correlation between the strive for acceptance and the amount of deaths by the hands of the judgement gun.

Laws have been placed to maintain lifestyle acceptance, just last week it was ruled that you couldn’t throw opinions out on the street. In the past month some of these opinions hit people and caused minor injuries. Law enforcement officials expressed their concern regarding the strength of these opinions and wish to prevent them from causing any actual harm. On the next election ballot you will see Proposition No on No, an ambitions strive to completely outlaw negativity in the nation.

THIS JUST IN: Upon further investigation on the victims of the judgement guns, it’s been found that some of them contained a disease called “ITA” short for “Inability to Accept”. In the younger victims it was found that they’re bodies had not created an immune response to criticism, all of these victims were born within the last 10 years, coincidentally Moralia’s first strives towards universal acceptance started 10 years ago. Amongst other conditions and diseases in the victims were unresolved issues, weakened sense of self, acute self awareness, and feeble self awareness.

UPDATE: Studies were done on the judgement guns and it was determined that the judgement gun wasn’t the problem all along, apparently some of the perpetrators pulling the trigger have a disease called “ITU” short for “Inability to Understand”. The younger victims all showed signs of Over-assertion, symptoms of this are standing your ground even when you don’t fully know what ground you stand on because you wish to opine, all of these victims were born within the last 10 years, when Morelia’s first strives towards universal acceptance started. Other conditions amongst the perpetrators were, ulterior motives, manipulation, narrow-mindedness, and interestingly enough acute self awareness as well as feeble self awareness.

Author’s Note: It’s been two years since my last update and it feels like a centuries away. Moralia was revolutionized and it is now the proud nation of Your Moralia. The victims and perpetrators of judgement guns came together to an understanding that options, judgment, and criticism were all necessary, and that criticism doesn’t pull into question individual identities, but with the right attitude when responding to this criticism it strengthens identities, and the judgment and opinion of others doesn’t harm those that are well situated within their beliefs. It is not always harmonious but never riotous. Strives have been made in all aspects of life and the emotional IQ of the citizens of Your Moralia rivals those of many nations.

I am cleaning my space

I am getting rid of that which no longer serves me

I have zipped up my ego, put its hood on and realized it keeps me from the heat of truths I wish to find

Perhaps the ego can keep someone else cozy and warm while they get through the chill oblivion

I sat on my childhood traumas and decided not to get rid of those, they remain part of my foundation, so I will gather the fabric of my accomplishments and upholster them

I slipped on my grief and decided that for now, it’s taught me all it’s needed to teach me, I thank it for the growth it has provided me, and if I see it in my closet again I’ll appreciate how it flows and twirls around me with beauty of that that I loved so much that I had a hard time letting go of

I gave things a dust and uncovered a frock of fear, they went everywhere, I let them run around like children, a happy disruption, tending to them, asking what they need from me, why they’re here, what I need to do to quiet them, turns out they just wanted to be outside set free. I gently and respectfully planted them and I’m expecting a full bloom next year that I’ll sew into happiness and love

I pulled out the happiness already in my closet and remembered all the times I wore it to milestones with family, to dinner with friends, I’m going to go ahead and keep that, it’s a staple, and I truly feel my best and most confident when I wear it

I have accents of love everywhere, but I still pulled out a box with love, I added more of it around me, added it to the window to brighten the light of a new day, I added some to the kitchen, to remind me of how well nourished I am, added some to my bookshelf for all the lessons, I’ve learned for the books of life I’ve read between it’s lines of, and then I gave it out, an infinite amount for the price of none, I gave it to the mother that’s been as great as mine, I gave it to the mother that hasn’t, I gave it to the people that seemed lost, to those that experienced the joy of being found, I gave it to those that shared my ideas, I gave it to those that didn’t.

The yard sale was a success, only problem was that I still had so much love to give, but luckily it doesn’t clutter, it actually cleans your space instead of dirtying it. So I went on because I’ll wear love forever and it’s never out of season.

Luckily, the depth of emotions are deciphered by surface level analysis.

We’ve given trauma, ego, projection, and a variety of other inherent sentiments center stage. We cater to them and make a Rubik’s cube out of them.

Unfortunately they’ve been used against us, a feeling is not just a feeling, it is a mosaic of past experiences that we need to take 20 steps back from to understand.

Our own sentiments should be subjected to our personal evaluation, it is the human condition to live this life knowing ourselves till our very last breathe

However, in this new era of psycho-philosophical discovery, our self discovery is used against us. We make endless diagnoses to the actions of others we use the emotional intellect we have acquired to excuse the pain that others make us feel, the place that they put us in.

It is no longer a matter of you act a way and it hurts me but a deep retelling within ourselves of their past and what caused them to inspire feelings of pain within us. We carry the burden of doing emotional work for others, sometimes selfishly so it excuses our persistency in pursuing that which doesn’t serve us. But when we give, it might seem like a respite to let someone momentarily win in a tug of war, until you find yourself face first on the floor.

In a world that revolves around the advancing movement of a step and the power of a spoken word, we sometimes forget how important it is that they are both done. Walk and talk, dance and sing. Let someone spin you into their arms with the verbal reassurance that they will be there to hold you in place at the end of every turn and you feeling the physical comfort of their bodies doing so. Let someone dip you, while they tell you they won’t let you fall with their hand on your back mid air letting you know this to be true.

Si pudieramos convocar a alguien con el pensamiento

Hubieras estado a mi lado todos los dias los ultimos meses

Unas veces mas de una vez al dia

Y unas veces, me averguenza decir, que todo el dia no te irias

Lo mejor para mi es dejar de pensar en ti

Una triste rima, como una persona es la mejor y peor para tu autoestima?

Lo mejor y peor que e pensado de mi a sido por ti

Pero tu no eres la cartilla por la cual yo voy a acreditarme o descreditarme

Mis padres me han educado y yo me e cultivado con mas agallas

Que alguien que deja que el .000000014% del carne y hueso humano la valide

Haci que vaya bendicion que mis pensamienos no te convocaron

Porque ellos son lo mejor de ti

Y tu lo peor para mi

Today I woke up and my eyelids opened and I was thankful

I saw light seep in through my window and the sun was out,

It shown light on my book collection

that carries endless knowledge that I can read and learn, and I was thankful

I wiggled my toes and moved my legs and I thanked them

I turned over and on my side table saw a photo of my grandma and I

She passed away a few years ago and for the first time this morning I felt like I didn’t have something and then I remembered that at one point I did have her and I was thankful for having had her at all

And then I remembered all that she taught me in the time I did have her, so I thanked her for that

So I got up and decided to take my fur baby out on a walk and I got out of my home, that I am thankful to have, and I went down stairs that I’m blessed to be able to go down

And I walked to the nearby lake and I felt the wind and I saw it make ripples in the water and I was thankful for the natural art that it is

And I went through out my day thanking everything I have and everything I don’t have, for the things I have bring me comfort and the things I don’t have will teach me lessons

In the midst of the we

We found that there’s more to you

That there’s more to me

That growing together would be a stifling tangle

That we are meant to thrive apart

That we were only a temporary home for our heart

Now that we’re not a we

Now that you are a you

And me an I

I must learn how to separate the we that I hoped we could be

From how misunderstood you made me

I must remember that you,

Would make me feel blue

But I forget that you and I are not a good we

So I miss you

It’s the illusion of how happy you could’ve made me

What we had was beautiful and sweet

But we can’t harbor illusions that some day again we’ll meet

Because the lessons we’re meant to learn from each other have been taught

And we’ve given we the sweetest gift

You’ll remember me when you’re days are blue

And realize I’ve made a wiser you

And when I hear myself sigh

I’ll realize you’ve made a stronger I

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Soul crystal ball

Tell me my every flaw

I’ve been looking for truth

But the world’s opinion has little worth

Compared to the amount you provide in insight

Go on go fourth, bring my worst to light

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Now I see who is the fairest of them all

And it is not me

It is who I want to be

My reflection is a stranger

Because I have lost sight of her

She does not look familiar

But the Butterfly does not resemble the caterpillar

My biggest gratitude mirror for showing me whats real

For showing me that this undeserving complacency is not what I should feel

I must strive for more

My betterment will bring me the best things life has in store

So it is I who will bite the apple

And enter the self discovery chapel

It might sound like self destruction

But it is resurrection

That will point me in the right direction

To a reflection

That feels right

Because I will know and love the image Mirror Mirror brings to sight

The pain we feel

A reminder that this life is real

A tug at the heart

Is a prelude to a new start

A tear down your cheek

Is the cleansing of a soul that grew weak

Hold on to your despair

Don’t hold it against life for not being fair

For you will find in your thrashing high tide

That life is a bewitchingly thrilling roller coaster ride

Remember your highs but hold on to your lows

Because without the dips

You won’t have complete trips

What we learn from our joys is what we must continue doing

But in our sorrow we find the change we need for a better tomorrow

So hold on to your pain

Remember it is not in vain

No plant grew without a trim

And some plants grow better when light is dim

The pain we feel

A reminder that this life is real

That tugs at the heart and tears down our cheek is how we heal

That the pain we feel

Is part of life’s beautifully packaged deal

I want my whole body to shake with excitement

at the sight of someone new

I want to whole heartedly beam when I see a treat

because the variety in food is so few

I want to gain happiness from a simple trot

at a place I’ve never been

I want to see a certain human

and feel as if it’s the loveliest sight I’ve ever seen

I want to be loyal

no ulterior motives

no caveat

I would love whole heartedly

with all my body

with all my being

Just inherently sweet

How neat

We did not learn to walk without falling

We did not know how to ask for food without crying

We were taught that there is no gain without pain

So when we seek our significant other

We believe that if there is no hardship why bother?

Love is passion, love is anger, love is difficult

The more intense the adversity the more our heart swells

For surely the ache we feel means our primary organ is under a magic spell

This wide misconception that we are experiencing a happy bewitching

But we cease to see how it’s strongly intoxicating

Yes it’s exciting, but while lost in the thrill

The yells of self love become more shrill

Love is pain, love is giving part of yourself away, love is playing a lost game

But then I met him…

No overwhelming ego in sight, no pretensions of being my savior, my knight

Just a sweet all encompassing love

So pure so sweet, a dove

No jealousy is needed

He believes me so great and expects nothing less than for it to be heeded

But I know the truth of the matter is the trust

He knows believing in me is not optional it’s a must

I once said he completes me

He told me to avoid those delusions, that I’m more than I can see

Because I’m not a half that he supplements, I’m a full

And his favorite past time of accentuating all my glory would be null

So lets walk through life, you in your sandals, me in my trendy shoes

Be my favorite partner in crime

Let’s keep rewriting what comes after “Once upon a time”

Because you killed Prince Charming and I’m happily finding

Love is compromise, love is patience, love is happiness, love is a bright sun

Thank you for killing Prince Charming, Matt Eggleton