Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Keeping it together ... Seeking the Honey of Life

I find it necessary to make a note to myself - the difference in remaining stagnant versus keeping active. Rather than being utterly depressed and lifeless, I forced myself to go for a run today. Well, it was not much of a run, but more of a walk, run, fast walk, walk, and run, and so on. But I'll get there! And I kept on down the trail this afternoon. I took a break by the water over a bridge and reflected. I remembered how connected I used to be to nature, all the messages I used to receive from its entities. I used to immerse myself in the study of totem animals, and the more I learnt and opened myself, the more I heard and saw - the more I felt connected to the spiritual component of life. I stood in silence over the bridge, eyes deep in water, and listened. I was calm and my whole world stopped. Life continued around me. Nature was trying to reacquaint itself with me in the form of a bumblebee flying around me several times and then flying away.

The bumblebee, or bee for that matter, symbolizes fertility and the honey of life. It teaches us how to extract the honey of life and to make our lives fertile while the sun shines ... that no matter how great the dream there is the promise of fulfillment if we pursue it" (Andrews, 2005). The bee reminds me how important it is to keep moving. It is a productive and busy creature just as I need to be. My dreams will not flourish if I remain stagnant. My heart will not mend itself if I remain still. The walk relaxed me and also provided me with reassurance that everything will be okay.

And then later tonight, I attended a karate class and learnt my first kata. I must say I had a lot of energy to give. And coming home, I felt ... good. There is still an undertone of heart ache that I cannot shake off, but it is not consuming me like it was last night. Working my body today as well as my visit within nature really cleared my mind, really helped me to appreciate myself more today, and to make me feel good with who I am. When I feel good with myself, things are least likely to bring me down. Today was spent well. Tomorrow is a new day. Keeping active is key. Feeling alive is a must.

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.” -Henry David Thoreau-

Reference:
Ted Andrews (2005). Animal Speak: The Spiritual & Magical Powers of Creatures Great & Small.

How do you fill an empty void?

It's been a long time since I've used this blog. I set it up years ago with the initial intent to express my mind openly on countless subjects. My priorities went elsewhere however...

But last night, when I could not sleep, and this morning when I did not want to get out of bed, I felt empty. I felt heart-broken. I felt left behind. I felt like screaming. I felt like crying. Dying... or escaping. Taking up a new life. Overall, just wondering why I was not feeling comfortable in my own skin. I felt empty. How could I fill such a deep, empty void inside me? Something inside is terribly broken and in need of immediate mending. My heart has broken - has perhaps been broken for years - how can I mend such an agonizing pit of despair, reach out of a hole I'm falling down, and stand back up on my feet among a field of flowers and a sense of freedom? Depression is all too common to me and I am fighting with everything I have to stand high and not fall prey, yet again, to my darker self. Everything inside me is fighting to survive. 

Last night I realized how long it has been since I've written. And I decided to try something new - express my feelings openly. Sometimes there is no one to talk to. Perhaps there is, but they've become busy. Or perhaps others would not understand. Or perhaps those who are there, you simply don't want to share with, and the one that you do, is the one who broke your heart. Whatever the reason, I have a need to express myself, a need to be heard. I've been silent for so long and need to release what it is I have inside me. Maybe then I can heal. Maybe then I can come to resolutions or see more to myself than what I see now - a sad woman - aching for a man she had to let go - aching for a life she does not have - feeling empty inside as she becomes older and fighting hard to not let go of her dreams, for if her dreams die, she as well will be laid down into her grave. 

Where to begin? I'm in love with a man who loves me back but our situation and living conditions make it impossible for us to be together right now. The pain of "waiting" has become too painful over the years like an ever-penetrating blade, stabbing deeper and deeper. Then the question arises: is it more painful to wait or to leave? He is letting me go as I have let him go in the past. Yet I never really let him go, and now I realize this, and I am desperately trying to hold on to him as I fear losing him, just as he decided to now let me go. How funny is that? He is incredibly close to me in heart and soul. And the pain and reality of having to let go gives me an unbearable pain. I want to call him. I want to go to him, yet there is no solution, and nothing will change - just like in the past. How do I let go? How do I move on? Can I ever love a man again as much as I love him? Only time will tell?

But perhaps I am emptier than I thought. Why am I agonizing over a man? I love him, yes. And he's special. And even if I'm never with him again - he really set high standards for future men - a standard which will be very difficult to pass. But maybe that's okay. Maybe this is all happening for a reason. Because there are many other aspects of my life that are wasting away. One - my creativity. I have been gifted with a creative edge - something I've been reminded of all my life - yet I never seem to show for it. Nothing I do is ever good enough and I am my own worst critic. It's not only time to write again, so that I can hear myself, and think evermore clearly, I really must put my hands to action and CREATE! Whether it be digital (my latest hobby), traditional, or mask-making, so be it. This side of me is dying and needs to be rekindled. 

Meanwhile I've been practicing martial arts - jiu jitsu - and now I've joined karate. Again, I am too harsh on myself - always expecting to do better - feeling like I'm not catching on fast enough - despite others telling me that I am doing well. Why do I do this to myself? Martial arts, art in itself, are passions of mine. Why must I destroy them for myself by subconsciously telling myself I'm "not good enough" when I know that I am and more. Maybe I need to learn to love myself. Maybe I need to appreciate what I love, dream and yearn for, and let myself chase it despite the consequences. Maybe I need to learn to live a little more. Maybe I need to tell that darker, critical self, to fuck off and let me think with ease. Maybe I need to truly believe I am more than I give myself credit for, for if I believe in myself to the utmost extent, won't I be willing to take myself to my limits? No longer holding myself back, no longer feeling like I'm wasting away because I simply fight for my dreams day by day and make use of every breathing moment to live life to its fullest? After all, that's all I want.

Belief in self - such a concept comes more clear the more one writes and reflects on his or her self. And the more I write my feelings, the stronger I am feeling this moment. Perhaps just writing these words re-aligns the energies in my body because things are starting to feel okay. The soul is hidden deep within the garbage of everyday life and perhaps it is words, art, creativity or spirituality that pops it back into place, so that its essence is felt above all else. Because I'd like to believe that nothing will ever knock me down, that no pain is too great, that there is always a path, a solution, a step towards greatness. And I have to believe that. I do not see any other way. If that's not the case, then what is the point?

I am here for a reason - whether I was put on this Earth by a force higher than myself or by my own soul's choosing... there is something here for me to accomplish. I cannot allow myself to fall victim to my own thoughts of inadequacy or fears of the future, because when I look at the whole picture, such thoughts are meaningless. I need to believe that I am connected to this world, despite its hardships, I belong here for the time being. I must listen and adhere to my heart, however sore, however painful, and listen, and weep, and listen, and gain focus, and listen, and gain strength and direction, for my heart is my compass - perhaps the only tool I need to attain my dreams, to accomplish what I need to in this life, and perhaps my stepping stone to the next. 

I'm filled with sadness. My heart is broken. I work a job that does not reflect who I am, my talents or what I am capable of. School has put me in debt, and due to two years of depression/unforeseen hardships, my degree has taken me two years longer than it should have, further increasing my debt. Still, I do not know where my degree will take me and there is a lot of fear and uncertainty in that. I put my art aside to focus on grades/make money/focus on my well-being in the form of martial arts and healthier eating. I generally feel out-of-place. Disconnected from the rest of the world and people - a feeling that has contributed to anxiety and depression - all the while living in a society filled with corruption ... leading to misanthropy and hate. And words come to my mind:

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
                                    Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
                    - Walt Whitman

It's time to listen to myself, even when I do not know how at times. It's time to write, to let myself be creative, for I am the most important person in my life and I need to recognize that. I need to be heard and listened to when no one else is around. I need to know I am always standing my ground and that I am consciously living each moment. I am here. I am alive.

How do I mend a broken heart? An empty void?

Open my heart. Open my soul. Let my passions flow within me. Let myself be heard. Express myself. Follow my heart. Listen to my heart. Reflect on my emotions even in the darkest moments. The self knows best. Believe in it. It will bring you through Hell and back. And it will give you the strength to walk into the light and the ability to appreciate all that you have done and all that awaits you.


Saturday, April 26, 2008

"Happiness is just a curly fry away"?

It is pretty sad that fast food companies have to toy on people’s misery in order gain profit. Sure, any thoughtful person can say that curly fries certainly do not buy happiness, but when that same person is plagued with these messages day by day, everywhere, all the time, they begin to believe it. It is the same as someone being called stupid, even jokingly, on a daily basis, the person will soon question if they are stupid. It is the same with a young, normal-sized woman looking at magazines, and seeing the anorexic girls who have captions of “beauty” or “sexy” all around them; she will wonder if she, herself, is beautiful, if she, herself, could ever measure up. People so easily believe what they see since they so easily are influenced by the environment around them. And North America’s environment, for that matter, is quite fixed on advertisements, materialism, and consumerism—one large façade, one enormous fake reality.

“Yes, have a French fry. You will feel so much better.” Finding comfort with food is very sad, and so many people do it. It is also very easy to buy food, it is all accessible. And the junk food is cheaper than the healthy food, so more people flock to the bad food, which in turn gives the companies more profit, and only makes the consumers more unhealthy. But the advertisements are everywhere to remind everyone as well. And people are so easily deceived by them and do not even know it. The media likes to associate chocolate with sex, for instance. Most chocolate commercials, or many other delicacies for that matter, are usually regarded with some sexy young man or woman, alluring and seductive, and then it all ends with one of them consuming chocolate, with emphasis on the lips, touch, or erotic ideas. The viewer sees such ads on a regular basis. Somewhere in their mind, even when they do not know it, the concept of chocolate soon becomes linked with the concept of sex. And since everyone wants sex, and when one cannot find it, chocolate becomes the answer. “Pleasure is only a chocolate bar away.”

It is not just food, however. It is everything that consumers buy. It is their wardrobes, their fancy suits, their perfect homes, their possessions, their expensive jewelry, their cars, or their remodeled shoes. People buy these things to fill their emptiness with something, but no, it is never filled. It only distracts them from thinking, because if they can focus on their new mercedes, and grab the attention of others, then they must think they feel good about themselves. If they can buy the latest fashions, and show the world that they have all the money to do so, then they must feel great about themselves. If they can look down on others for not being so fortunate as to have all these “great” possessions, then they must feel great about themselves. But do they? No. It is all a façade. It is a wish to be content inside. It is a way for them to run from themselves and hide and not have to face their true fear—their self. Because if they faced their self, they would realize how empty they really are, how meaningless every waking day is, for their world is nothing more than material, fake pleasures. And that all these miracle possessions that were supposed to buy them happiness, never did.

But who can blame them? People are brainwashed since birth, with television, with the media, or whoever becomes their first instructors, their first influences. And they will not realize they are brainwashed until they, or another person, challenge their learnt concepts of reality. And some people are never challenged. Some people do not want to be challenged. They avoid it. They avoid thinking, for if they had to face who they are, they may be terrified. Why else do so many people live phony lives and simply follow in others’ footsteps? And why are so many people hooked on drugs and alcohol? It is simple. Many people do not know who they are. They do not try to know who they are, because if they did, they would have to also face their fears, face their troubles, their worries, and try to find what actually makes them happy. And some people fear this, because they would actually have to follow their heart, and worry that it will lead them nowhere, and fear that life is nothing. Because first, they will have to walk through misery and darkness to find meaning, to find purpose, and not many people are willing to make this first step, and when people do, some give up so easily and withdraw.

So many native Americans of today, for instance, are on the streets, begging for money, consuming themselves with alcohol, having gang fights, living on drugs, dirty, and dying young and miserable. These same people once had ancestors that were so heavily involved in the world around them, that had faith in themselves, such as their overall spirit, and powers. They carried a spirituality within nature, within the reality that is not visible to most people. They knew peace and love. They knew who they were, and because of that they had strong spirits. However, when the Europeans arrived, they were challenged. Their rights as human beings were being taken away. Many who fought for their beliefs were killed, and those who conformed were destroyed inside. Their children were taken away from them and put in new schools, where they had to cut their hair, forget their traditions, speak the English language, or they would be beaten. A lot of these kids were raped, tortured, treated like “savages,” as they were called, and their homes resembled prisons. As a result, many spirits were shattered. These same kids grew up to be adults, having more children after them, generation after generation, only knowing the cruel world they were thrown into. Many of these people lost who they were, they lost the awareness of their spirit, the teachings of their ancestors, and they became lost and confused. How can someone so lost and confused teach their children any better? I think this idea in itself can explain all the homeless natives on the streets. They simply do not know who they are. They have not faced who they are. They have not walked through the misery to find meaning to their lives. Instead, they remain in a dark, limbotic state, living through alcohol, drugs, avoiding to think beyond the environment they are accustomed to.

And I think the same can be said about our society. How many kids are raised by television while their parents are not paying attention to them? So many children are becoming obese because they no longer play outside; they no longer get active exercise. So much time is spent glued to the television screen or with videogames, being flashed with images and false concepts of reality. An idea of reality gets put into their head—what is real, what is acceptable, what is “normal”, what one can believe and what one cannot believe. So many children have active imaginations, but when their own parents or influences demand that such flights of fancy are stupid or unacceptable, and restrict them from any original thought, they sometimes become tied down, manipulated into the modern role of a dull, mindless, ordinary person. And this person learns how to be and act from the world around them. They see what is considered “beautiful” on televison and in magazines, unable to find the true beauty that exists within them. They see how others behave, how others act, and model their behaviour, unable to live how their true self would feel is right. Not many people follow their own hearts. Very few are guided by their own will. Many people just simply follow, imitate, and conform to what they see in order to be accepted, to be the same, to be like others. And it just so happens that most others are empty and confused. They work, sleep, and eat, and try to buy their happiness with materialism or indulgences. They try to mask their misery with a false reality—through a phony lifestyle, such as fake material happiness or pleasure, or they hide from the only reality they know through the numbness of drugs and alcohol. And the newcomers just follow in their footsteps, knowing no other way to be, and daring not to attempt the challenge of change.

Is not happiness attained through heart and soul?

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

People so easily lose themselves.

People can so easily lose themselves in today’s materialistic world where everything is go-go-go, work-work-work. So many days are spent working—whether this be a career, a job, or school. And much of this time and energy is spent working for things that really have no meaning—such as money or possessions. Sure, people happen to need money in this world to survive and buy their way around, but it really has no value to their souls in the end. And often, jobs or studying cancel-out any free, individual time, since most of this time is spent in mental exhaustion, so they just go back to sleep, ready to be up for another long day of work, or they find themselves in zombie-like trances; either way, they stop thinking about what really matters in their life—their heart’s desires. They lay waste their soul’s true power. That is, they focus so much on superficial objects, consumerism, or fake realities that they lose touch with who they are and their capabilities. They seek pleasure and meaning in materialism rather than through their heart and soul. But in the end, nothing comes of that. They just find themselves more and more empty with time. They become less creative and even their brains shut down. That is, some so easily accept a robotic lifestyle and do nothing to change, no longer dream, no longer inspire new ideas—no longer aspire for greater things. Their lives become nothing more than work, sleep, eating, and buying. They become monotonous, predictable, and dull. Their soul, suffering from no inspiration or rekindling, sleeps. And that is a depressing thought; I see it all around me. And it happens so easily. People lose themselves so easily.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Groupie? Hmm..

To all those Neanderthal men who herd around musicians like sheep: when I show up to a live show it does not mean I am a groupie. It does not mean I want to have sex with the band. There is something called the soul passion for music which may be too much for your ignorant minds to grasp.

My decision.

I have no tolerance for anyone who tries to stand in my way or crush my dreams. I was asked countless times why I would want to be in the Bachelor of Arts Program: “What’ll that get ya?” For one, it should not be of concern to you what I decide. Two, I choose to follow my heart. If it so happens to be the B.A program that gets me to my goal, so be it. I would rather not be spiteful, working a shitty-ass job, or blaming everyone else for my own failures in life. No, I will just live my own life. And if I do fail, at least I tried; but it does not mean I will give up.