2004-11-07 - 10:27 p.m.
Does everything have to have a name? If something doesn’t have a name is it wrong, bad, not good enough for anyone? Are there standards things need to meet? I don’t really know all of the answers that are possible with these questions…but here’s what I think in a nutshell(okay so maybe it’s a big nut…lol) Ive said it before but what you call something doesn’t define that something, but rather the way you feel about it does, and some feelings can NEVER be put into words. Words are for other people, to tell them how you feel on the inside. Words can be for ones’ self also, but only when you want to tell about what you feel, and really you don’t need to write it, name it, say it, because its you, and you already know how you feel about whatever it is. Giving it a name, saying it, writing WHATEVER it is down, makes it concrete, instead of abstract. It gives the thing tangibility. And then that nagging voice inside our head is quieted, because if it has a name, its real, and then other people can relate to what we’re feeling, and agree or disagree, but either way someone else knows that whats there to you really exsists. So what if you don’t say it. What if it only exists within you, wherever you keep whats most precious…in your heart, your soul, your brain? Is it not real? Its like when a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it, does it make a sound? I think the feelings, the thoughts, the ideas, the loves, the hates, the treasured things we keep inside are in fact MORE important than the ones we decide the world needs to know. And that’s why the world doesn’t need to know, because the thoughts belong to us, we already own them so we know they exsist. As for the bars and hurdles things are supposed to meet or jump over, or exceed, HA. Since when do we as humans control the universe? Our little brains cannot encompass the entire plan for everyone and everything. So who are we to define that “little kid on Christmas morning” feeling, or the longing that feels as deep as the grand canyon, we cant define them because we really have not the slightest idea what they are. I propose this: why not just let things go, unclench the fingers that are grasped so tightly they’re turning white. You don’t like to be coddled, suffocated, made to stay in one place on a leash right? Things will be as they are, and the more we try to make them fit the mold, the more they’ll over flow the edges. Because they aren’t what we thought they should be. What if in fact they become so much more? Then we’ll be angry we created the damn mold in the first place. Just because we cant control it, touch it, know it, doesn’t mean its not okay, or not even okay, but rather, that the “it” is EXACTLY what its meant to be.
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