We’ve been stuck inside for months, some longer than others. And some of us have longer to go than others. And they say an idol mind is the Devil’s playground… But let’s not shit on the Devil, an idol mind is the white rabbit’s playground. Going down the hole and zigzagging all over the fucking place. And let’s face it, it’s not a psychedelic rabbit hole full of fun shit, let’s get real. It’s a motherfucker and we look back. We contemplate our existence, look back at memories and get stuck looking back on shitty ones. That is the easiest hole to fall into. And this can leave us feeling all kinds of fucked up. That maybe something could have been different, all manner of shit. You’re not alone. Our memories are tied to people, places and things, and people are usually our focus.
People come in and out of our lives whether we like it or not. There’s no controlling it. The depth of how intense, maybe at the time, but once they’re in, good or bad and the length of time they stay and outcome is all relevant to the time and cannot be changed. Looking back, sure we could see how changes could have been made, more time or less time, etc. but what’s done is done and there’s no changing it. It changes us. And we can dwell on how we may have been broken, fucked over, or sad something didn’t work out. Some of you may be happy, content and thinking wonderful things and grateful; and that’s wonderful. Truly. But in these times I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of you, myself included looking back, going fuck and maybe there’s a lip curl or remorse, anger, whatever. But it’s whether or not we choose to give into it and focus on the past or how it changed us into who we are today…For the better.
It’s the nasty shit that makes us stronger. Happy times are nice to look back on but it’s the hard shit that shapes us and we can let it shape us for the better or take us down.
If it’s bullshit, I learn what I don’t want. I learn how to spot bad behavior. The battering, the bruises, the emotional chaos and mental upset, I can see how they were caused, and how to spot it in the future. And maybe I’m sick and twisted but it’s the horrible shit that fuels me and makes me flex. Someone lights a match, pours gas on the fire, I may burn but I rise from the ashes stronger, more ferocious and more insightful than before.
Or maybe there’s sadness. Maybe I feel like I’m drowning, choking on saltwater but adapting and becoming a goddamn siren with a spear made of Hell Fire that can’t be extinguished. I’ll come out of that water and grow legs, ready to charge, learning just as much as what I wrote above.
Then there’s the what if. This might be the shittiest. We have to realize it’s done. Whatever, whoever it is, is gone and probably not coming back. Look for the positive, be happy for the time spent, good memories and then we have to let go. What ifs lead to magical thinking and then we just go into the cycle of madness and next thing we know we’re drinking tea next to the Mad Hatter and who knows then if we’ll ever leave the table. Don’t. Fucking. Sit. Down. At. The. Table.
For every person, family, friends, partners, random pieces of shit or nice people; they all cross our paths for a reason. To teach us how to be tougher, give us hope, to learn from mistakes on our end, mistakes they’ve made, to use introspection of ourselves and grow. Also if it’s negative, gaining that confidence that we no longer need them but thanks for the ride motherfucker, it only made me better and a fucking warrior ready to take on anything, any battle, any foe and any situation. Bye Bitch, but thanks for the knowledge. You’re no longer needed.
Each person provides us with tools to put in our toolbox that we need for this insane thing we call life. It can be hard, happiness can feel lost, but dig around in that damn box, find the tools and get building, tweaking and tightening gears and screws in the body, mind and soul to become even more powerful.
When we get bogged down with the invasive thoughts of people who’ve crossed our paths, for better or worse; look for the positive you got out of it. Trust me, it makes you stronger and ready for the future. We only have the present moment. Every second that goes by we change and life goes on. So if you look back, stop, look for the tool, feel the power rise and if it was a what if, let a smile cross your lips for a nice memory and move on. Build the self from the past, don’t dwell on it. Put your new armor on and keep going, keep adding to it. People affect us but don’t define us. We define ourselves.
No one has the power to destroy us. They can try, they could make a mess, destroy everything we know, but I’ll be damned if I’ll stay down on the floor. I rise. I learn, I’m more prepared than before and invite the future with open arms and know I’m more powerful to take on whatever comes my way. And I can enjoy the present moment, one breath at a time.
So if you find yourself going down the rabbit hole, grasp the sides of the walls, crawl up by your finger tips, dust yourself off and look at what you learned, how it made you tougher, better, knowing what you want and what shit you won’t take and the nice memories that flitter in. Let a grin grace your face. Feel your canines extend, your eyes glow like the wolf and hear the warrior’s cry within. And revel in that divine feeling of being yourself. An empowered motherfucker ready to take on whatever comes your way and still able to find the beauty in the small things.
Fists Up and Hail Satan. I’m right here with you. Also yelling that warrior’s cry. Let’s GO.
People come in and out of our lives whether we like it or not. There’s no controlling it. The depth of how intense, maybe at the time, but once they’re in, good or bad and the length of time they stay and outcome is all relevant to the time and cannot be changed. Looking back, sure we could see how changes could have been made, more time or less time, etc. but what’s done is done and there’s no changing it. It changes us. And we can dwell on how we may have been broken, fucked over, or sad something didn’t work out. Some of you may be happy, content and thinking wonderful things and grateful; and that’s wonderful. Truly. But in these times I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of you, myself included looking back, going fuck and maybe there’s a lip curl or remorse, anger, whatever. But it’s whether or not we choose to give into it and focus on the past or how it changed us into who we are today…For the better.
It’s the nasty shit that makes us stronger. Happy times are nice to look back on but it’s the hard shit that shapes us and we can let it shape us for the better or take us down.
If it’s bullshit, I learn what I don’t want. I learn how to spot bad behavior. The battering, the bruises, the emotional chaos and mental upset, I can see how they were caused, and how to spot it in the future. And maybe I’m sick and twisted but it’s the horrible shit that fuels me and makes me flex. Someone lights a match, pours gas on the fire, I may burn but I rise from the ashes stronger, more ferocious and more insightful than before.
Or maybe there’s sadness. Maybe I feel like I’m drowning, choking on saltwater but adapting and becoming a goddamn siren with a spear made of Hell Fire that can’t be extinguished. I’ll come out of that water and grow legs, ready to charge, learning just as much as what I wrote above.
Then there’s the what if. This might be the shittiest. We have to realize it’s done. Whatever, whoever it is, is gone and probably not coming back. Look for the positive, be happy for the time spent, good memories and then we have to let go. What ifs lead to magical thinking and then we just go into the cycle of madness and next thing we know we’re drinking tea next to the Mad Hatter and who knows then if we’ll ever leave the table. Don’t. Fucking. Sit. Down. At. The. Table.
For every person, family, friends, partners, random pieces of shit or nice people; they all cross our paths for a reason. To teach us how to be tougher, give us hope, to learn from mistakes on our end, mistakes they’ve made, to use introspection of ourselves and grow. Also if it’s negative, gaining that confidence that we no longer need them but thanks for the ride motherfucker, it only made me better and a fucking warrior ready to take on anything, any battle, any foe and any situation. Bye Bitch, but thanks for the knowledge. You’re no longer needed.
Each person provides us with tools to put in our toolbox that we need for this insane thing we call life. It can be hard, happiness can feel lost, but dig around in that damn box, find the tools and get building, tweaking and tightening gears and screws in the body, mind and soul to become even more powerful.
When we get bogged down with the invasive thoughts of people who’ve crossed our paths, for better or worse; look for the positive you got out of it. Trust me, it makes you stronger and ready for the future. We only have the present moment. Every second that goes by we change and life goes on. So if you look back, stop, look for the tool, feel the power rise and if it was a what if, let a smile cross your lips for a nice memory and move on. Build the self from the past, don’t dwell on it. Put your new armor on and keep going, keep adding to it. People affect us but don’t define us. We define ourselves.
No one has the power to destroy us. They can try, they could make a mess, destroy everything we know, but I’ll be damned if I’ll stay down on the floor. I rise. I learn, I’m more prepared than before and invite the future with open arms and know I’m more powerful to take on whatever comes my way. And I can enjoy the present moment, one breath at a time.
So if you find yourself going down the rabbit hole, grasp the sides of the walls, crawl up by your finger tips, dust yourself off and look at what you learned, how it made you tougher, better, knowing what you want and what shit you won’t take and the nice memories that flitter in. Let a grin grace your face. Feel your canines extend, your eyes glow like the wolf and hear the warrior’s cry within. And revel in that divine feeling of being yourself. An empowered motherfucker ready to take on whatever comes your way and still able to find the beauty in the small things.
Fists Up and Hail Satan. I’m right here with you. Also yelling that warrior’s cry. Let’s GO.