I
started tearing pages from a journal I've had for probably fifteen
years now, sadly there was really nothing in it that gave me even a
glimpse of who I was.
I
never really paid attention to much, coasting through most of my youth,
I know I was considered intelligent, however I was quite cruel as well.
I
wasn't cruel in the common sense, I was just so very sarcastic it was
hurtful to some, of course I didn't either care or pay attention at the
time. If I were to meet myself back then it would be a safe bet I would
beat the piss out of my teenage self. Not out of hate mind you, just a
little motivational therapy.
I
don't think I was a "bad" person, I was just too busy drinking,
partying, and chasing girls to really care about anything. Yeah girls
are still my weakness, I am such a hopeless romantic, even now. They
will probably be the death of me. Right now I feel differently than
usual for one in particular. Strange this feeling, I can't really
define it.
I
seem to have bad luck with women, starting off wonderfully. Then slowly
being taken advantage of and treated poorly. For the longest time I
thought this was because I was too kind. I eventually decided to "try"
to limit my kindness, even to drop my original code of Honor. I realize
that this is a mistake. Luckily I only went on like this for a few
weeks.
I
understand now that it wasn't my codes, my kindness, I just wouldn't
take my mind off the past. What I mean is that I would refuse to
acknowledge change, their change, personal change we all go through
over time. I would emotionally hold onto the original personality. I
couldn't adapt to the new personality, since I was hung up on the old
one. I would just simply think they were upset or stressed about
something. I admit also I sometimes was afraid of losing them. Fear of
loss I know really has no place in healthy relationship, usually I
suppose it's just denial of the end. If you are truly connected, the
thought of your significant other leaving, should probably not cross
your mind, normally.
Sometimes I would catch myself over analyzing each and every situation, which only made things worse and caused more strain.
Now
I find myself free from my past worries and stresses, though not my
desire. I think I desire stronger than ever. At least this time it's
pure, everything seems simple to me now. I see no reason to analyze,
everything in the world for the first time in memory seems strangely
natural, no longer surreal. I am sure when I was a child I felt
"natural". Unfortunately I can't remember anymore.
I
remember key people and important events, not much else sadly. Mostly I
remember the people I hurt. I would have to say that up until my
mid-twenties, I probably didn't bring anyone any real happiness. I
tried I think, but I was too young, too selfish, too uncaring, and too
defensive. I am pretty confident I truly hated myself back then, I
would say things like :the past is the past", though I never really
believed my words. Upon reflection I would have to say I don't think
I even cared about myself. I just accepted everything as it was with a
masked indifference.
I
would offer advice, try to guide, try to help people with their
problems. I just never cared to do anything to fix, or help myself. I
was a self loathing hypocrite.
All
this was along time ago of course, all in my past. Since then I have
worked on myself, I ended up a good person overtime I think, although I
still had my self hatred.
I
now find myself in a state of revelation, an awakening of sorts. I am
unsure where it will lead me. I just know I have changed drastically
over a very sort amount of time. Everything seems so new, I am seeing
the world differently.
I
feel a connection that never existed before. I feel like I am in touch
with my inner self, only that I am still unfamiliar with it. Like a
newly made friendship. It would be a terrible cliché to say I was
reborn, no it's more like I was daydreaming most my life, I am just
beginning to focus on reality again. I have realized the point to life,
isn't survival, it's being deep within it, to see it in all it's
complexity.
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Perchance the child doth grow unto an adult?
Sir Mikel04:35 PM EST