It’s Been A Year On WordPress (Recap)

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When I started this blog about a year ago, I had a story to tell.  I had a purpose.  I needed a soapbox.  I found it.  My voice could not be silenced, no matter how several around me tried.  I gained a better understanding about what happened and I needed that.  Something aren’t meant to stay the same, but no matter how much happens and how much changes, one must learn to accept and grow from it.  I have lost so much and gained even more in the past year.

Recap of the last year:

I have lost the best friend I had.  God, that hurt.  She was always there for me.  I still think of her more often than I care to and I still love her deeply.  Rachel and I have not talked since October and I can’t say that we parted the way I would have liked to see, however it was needed for both of us.  Is there a point to continuing something that one knows is not only impossible to keep up, but also something that will not work out right in the end?  I dare say no.

We separated via email during a conversation about the future.  I remember thinking for the few days prior to us parting ways that we needed to end it.  We could not keep going like we were simply because it wasn’t promoting the health of our relationship or my attempts to give my marriage to Sara the best attempt that I could.  Then during that conversation the question was posed from Rachel, “What is going to happen with us?”  I was already beginning to think that way on my own and was also trying to find a way to bring it up to her, preferably in person, but I couldn’t lie to her.  I couldn’t find a way out of the question short of giving an answer at that moment.  I told her that we needed to call it quits and move on.  She asked when and I felt that since the cat was already out of the bag there was no use in postponing the inevitable, otherwise we would continue to push it off and it might never have happened.

Shortly thereafter I removed my MySpace account that I had created especially for communicating with her.  She panicked and sent me a few messages to my other MySpace account.  MySpace was the perfect site to talk secretively, because be honest, who actually uses MySpace anymore?  Her final message to me was one begging me not to delete the other account as it was her only way to contact me.  She was scared and I was too, so I kept it active for several months afterwards, but I refused to send anything back.  Within the last month, I have deleted that account and feel better about taking one more step to my future.  It has proven to be a struggle not having someone around me who really understands, but sometimes there comes a point when a season must come to an end.  Anything in excess, no matter how beneficial it may be for a time, is not healthy.

Sara and I have been doing better, but we are nowhere near out of the woods yet.  We are becoming less and less afraid to really be open about our feelings with each other, however we have a long way left to go.  I still don’t know if we are going to make it.  Instead of wondering if I can make it a few more weeks, now it’s come down to a few years.  Progress, no matter how small, is still progress.  I do feel that we have purchased time, but that is a double-edged sword.  If that time proves to be helpful for the reconstruction of our marriage, then I am grateful, however, if that time is just delaying what might ultimately happen anyway, then it will prove to have been even more damaging than an earlier separation.  The idea of potentially separating a few years down the road does scare me.  If only I knew whether or not we would make it, I could take action either way right now instead of waiting for a bigger mess.

I choose to wait because I need time for me.  I need time to make sure that I’m not rushing anything based merely off of a fear of what might happen.  It’s still up to us to decide what’s going to happen, however the decision to make this work must be agreed upon equally and acted out evenly, or else it will certainly fail.  I must make sure that I’m fully accepting of the consequences, both good and bad.  This isn’t an easy decision to make and it’s not one that should be treated lightly.  I do not intend to make any rash decisions, but rather slow down and attempt to make the most informed decision I can.

Lately you may have noticed that my posts are becoming less frequent.  It’s not because I have run out of things to talk about, but usually it’s because I have been rendered silent.  I start to write and desire to share, but after it comes out I usually feel that what I have written is best kept for me.  An internal thought and something personal to keep and grow from.  Am I hiding anything by doing so?  No, but rather the opposite.  I’m increasing my understanding of where I am, who I am, what’s going on with me, and where to go from here so that I can better judge my future course of action.  That boils down to a better ability to teach others in the future.  How can one teach if one does not know or hasn’t yet experienced?  I would submit that it is impossible to do so.

I do realize that this post is becoming a bit long and cumbersome, so I choose to end it and may continue it on a part 2 post following shortly.

Thank you all for all of your consistent support over this last year.  You guys are awesome!

Always me and no one else,
Scattered

An Opportunity At Every Turn

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Take the deeper meaning, whole
And intertwine it
Integrated within the weave
Life, strengthened wisdom’s beget

Evenly mixed among the filler
With grace, so couth
Easily found by those who seek
Life’s “hidden” truth

The supersaturation of lessons
Within life, prominent
To be absorbed by the thirsty souls
Eager to learn, dominant

The Scale To Weigh Out Me

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This last weekend I saw my grandparents.  I don’t dislike them, but I find them pretty awkward to be around for any long length of time.  The biggest reason for the awkwardness I would have to say is the lack of willingness on their part to want to talk about anything personal.  There is always something being talked about, but it’s usually something about someone else and never themselves.  The generational differences are made evident in the ways that we communicate to each other and especially to those of our own generations.

My grandparents were taught that most things, personal things especially, are not to be discussed with hardly anyone.  They are taught to work through the pains of past hurts, instead of stopping to deal with them.  One thing that I’ve noticed is that when I ask them something that even remotely seems personal to them, they lock up, shut down, and usually retaliate in anger.  I’m not always sure how to deal with that appropriately and therefore usually end up leaving the conversation feeling like there has not been any progress made towards getting to know them any better.

If you were to spend as little as an hour with my grandparents, you would probably know them about as well as I do.  That fact alone is heartbreaking to me, for it’s not the way it should be.  Family especially, should be able to be there for each other and know things about them that very few others know, however it seems as though over the last century or better, we have lost the part within us that pushes for a real human connection between each other.

Now to make this personal for me.  I know that I cannot change how they think.  I know that I cannot change how they act.  I know that I have little sway over the way they talk and what they talk about.  I know that I cannot change their unwillingness to let people get close to them.  However, I know that I can change my response to them in those situations.  I need to more fully understand what my response has been and why it is the way it is.

My initial response is one of sadness and silence.  I do not understand though why I have forced myself to be quiet in those situations.  Among anyone else, I would call them on it, but with them, I’m left not feeling like it is something that can be done.  I’m trying to figure out in my head why that is.  I’m left with this bout of confusion regarding my ideal response to those situations.  I often wonder that if we were not blood relatives if we would ever spend time together.  Then again, if we were unrelated by genetics, then would I respond the same way?  I’m not sure, but either way, I find myself afterwards feeling like I have betrayed myself and have done no one justice.

With Eyes Wide Shut

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With eyes wide shut
I can see as if noon
With simple clarity
Mere capillarity
The truth
Reveals itself soon

With eyes wide shut
The true nature
Could not be more clear
Animosity forebodes
The light
Until scattered in fear

With eyes wide shut
Simple mysteries known
See for once
Unhindered truths
No longer light
Be disowned.

If one could only give up the nature of one’s perspective, then one could see things for what they really are.  It’s our perspective and perception that gives meaning to our footing as we fight, yet on these shifting sands, we still stand, even in futility.

Nobility Overlooked

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The wise young man
Is seen as noble by some
And naive by others
But who can judge?

The choice of the young man
To ask a question
And listen to the answer
All in order to understand life

It’s been said, “If I only knew then what I know now.  Oh how my life would have turned out differently.”  My question is as follows; Why can’t I learn from their mistakes and skip many hard years of mistakes?  

Ask a question and really listen for the answer.

Learn at least one thing from every single life experience, especially the difficult ones.  If you don’t, it will only be a painful memory in the forefront of your mind.

Clarity From The Cloudy Mind (The Stutter)

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Last night, life hit me in the face. Last night, I got thinking about everything. Last night, I stuttered…

This may not seem like much to some, but let me give you a little bit more about me to go off of. I have always tried my best to communicate clearly. If asked something important, I will take my time with my response because I want to make sure that I am very clear and precise with the message I want to give. I want to make sure that I say exactly what I mean to say and there’s little, if any, confusion. In my poetry, even when I speak in abstracts, the message and point to be made is still clear, especially when you understand the root of where I’m coming from at that moment. *BTW, if there are ever any questions about a piece that I’ve written, just ask. I’m not afraid to shed some light on the thought processes behind anything I publish. Just ask.* But last night, I stuttered and it broke me. I had no idea what to make of that and it scared me worse than I’ve ever been scared before. I never stutter! Audible, yet indistinguishable sounds left my mouth and throat in an attempt to speak with clarity, but to no avail.

Last night, I had a panic attack. Last night, I found that I was locked up within myself and had no way out. I’ve never experienced something like that ever before. I’ve been worked up, but never like that. I was alone in my house, on the phone with a friend, just talking things through. I was trying to make sense of everything and it just hit me. Everything overwhelmed me all at once. I began to hyperventilate for about 20 to 30 minutes and I almost passed out. My speech was affected and I couldn’t form words nearly at all. I can deal with the waves of emotion and pressure that came with that, but losing the ability to speak was too much to handle. I will say this though: From the cloudy state my mind was in came a single nugget of understanding with absolute clarity. Everything that has taken place in my life over the past several months, even before Rachel and I were caught, has proven to be too much and it’s going to start to affect me even more if I don’t make the hard decisions and soon.

Last night, I stuttered, and it scared the shit out of me…..

 

Stay Or Go?

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Your Words
Don’t Match
Body Language
Confusion Ensues
Within My Mind

Just Give It
To Me Straight
What Do I Do?
Should I Stay
Or Should I Go?

Decisions With A Purpose

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Every choice we make is a decision towards or against something.  Everything we do is done to fulfill some purpose we have set for it.  Whether its to fill a need, to make us happy, or because it’s ingrained within us.  The problem is that we don’t always know the purposes we have set for the actions that we commit.  Every choice (keyword), whether action or inaction, has a reason for it’s existence.  We allow our choices to have purpose.  We chose the purpose for our actions!  Stop for a moment and think about this. 

I don’t know who I am.  I’m still looking for the answer to that statement in my life.  In all honesty, I know things about me, but I don’t really know me.  What is the driving force behind some of the decisions I’ve made?  What are the purposes behind my decisions?  I’m aware that this is a deep psychological question and one that should be answered by a professional counselor, however I’m asking it here.  These are the thoughts and questions I’m asking myself lately.  These are some of the thoughts that keep me awake at night. 

I thought I throw this out there for the general viewing of the public.  Please feel free to respond with your thoughts, questions, comment, concerns, or whatever your thoughts might be. 

I might type up a longer, more in-depth version of this tonight when I have more time to do so, but I just wanted to get this out there sooner.

My Cell

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If the goal is to escape
This Hell in my mind
Then the my door I must spring
With keys I can’t find

Where to start looking
Or do I want freedom that much?
For what would I do
Without my pain as my crutch?

For crutches slow and hinder
But they also hold you up
And this pain so familiar
Has always filled my cup

The familiar brings me comfort
But it also brings me death
To venture to the unknown
Or to know what to expect?

These options are heavy
And what to choose, I don’t know
To remain in my cell
Or to leave and to grow

When stated as such
It sounds simply put
But the fear of leaving
Weighs heavy on my foot

I want to leave so badly
I want to learn and to grow
But my marriage to misery
Is something I fear I’ll always know

And as I sit in the dark
In the cell of my mind
In the lock of the door
The key I did find

The Search For Wisdom

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In the search for wisdom
I found it
But I did not recognize it.

In the search for wisdom
I found my past
And all that has been

In the search for wisdom
I saw my future
And where I wanted to be

In the search for wisdom
I saw my mistakes
And the pain among them

In the search for wisdom
I found relationships
Some here, some gone

In the search for wisdom
I found my life
And everything within it

In the search for wisdom
I found the understanding
In the lessons I’ve learned

For wisdom is not knowing
Wisdom is doing what’s been taught to you by life
Wisdom is acting on the lessons you’ve learned

— Wisdom is fruitful progress.  Repetition is meaningless pain. —

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