Someone walked up to me offering Free Will for a price. They said “to each his or her own”. They said ” Everyone is entitle to their own opinion”. They also said ” you can live by your own rules and be your own person”. The price of “this Free Will” they were selling would cost me a chance at togetherness. I would be looking out for myself because I want my own. I will never learn nor grow because I will be so focused on my own. I would also be disguarding any rules and principles in place because I would be above reproach. Not a thing will apply because self perservation will supercede relationship….
Who offered me freewill?
When you read “AmazinglyBrash”, you may read Brash and think rude, nasty, destructive. But, Brash explains the feeling you will feel from reading my post. A dose of reality can cause us to be so vulnerable that it breeds resentment whether its that great feeling of hope or that stabbing blow of pain. When something we ignored is revealed to us it takes a while before we can accept it. So, read, reflect, react, and re-evaluate….
The anger is in your face. The emotion of helplessness has you feeling caged in a place where freedom is sold. Can you afford it? You inhale! Thinking one day you will have to pay for air, then you reflect. Realizing you already do. The price to breathe has been depressing you for years. Death has been an option too many times because the joy of living is short lived. You been to five funerals in the last three years, you trusted people that didnt have the same destination, and you been beaten down for attempting to inspire hope. You are losing. The negativity is pulling you in the ground but you continue to fight. You continue to search for reasons to lift your feet up and walk toward a more positive outcome. Believing there must be something greater has motivated you to get out of bed morning after morning. So you stand in the mirror this morning wondering why should you go on? The door to your room opens while you stare at your reflection. Two smaller reflections enter the mirror and your question is answered….
My coworker and I were talking about depression. She thought wanting to be home, trapped off from the world was normal or rather a preference. I told her it is cool to want to be home for alone time or spend time with her family but trapping herself off from the world is a sign of depression. Never wanting to be home or waking up feeling like you have no purpose, are all signs of depression. She avoids rejection so much that she doesn’t try, she does something wrong to someone and fixates on the wrong over making it right, and she accepts losing and is afraid of winning. I asked her when was the last time she went to sleep and looked forward to the next day. She said her birthday (2/22) and I said it’s been over a month. I asked her to think about that. You hate going to work to rush back home to do it all over again. I told her she has to start living. She needs to participate in life; if she wants to sit at home she can find something that interest her on social media and have a discussion, she can ask a coworker she enjoys if they would like to hang out, and/or she can start discussions with people that are hard to talk about….I told her to live because depression makes a lot of people think they are alone but people do care and want you to care as well. The first brave step she took was allowing me to use our discussion to inform others that they are not alone….
As men we were raised that using our fists would protect everyone we Love. If we learned how to solve our problems, by eliminating them, people will know better than to “FUCK WITH US”. Adulthood changes all that. We establish ourselves, we find a mate, we have children, and we build healthy positive friendships. We realize our fist will give us jail time and strip all of that away. We learn to fight for Love different. Instead of using our fists, we start using our heads. We try to resolve conflict with our brains over our brawn. We protect what we Love by always putting ourselves in a position to be present. God knows I have been tested, threatened, knowing I had the ability to hurt someone badly. Yet, I walked away and took one step closer to preserving my foundation. I showed my Loved ones that I Loved them more than my pride. As men we need to teach the next generation that being “A Man”, means thinking ahead and not giving into the moment. Violence will start a cycle of violence, leaving homes absent of MALE ROLE MODELS….
Pain isn’t cancer, Pain is a reward. It expresses what not to do, who not to be around, and what we need to overcome. It’s a journey, no more feeling sorry for yourself; release it. That relief won’t be in a drug, it will be in an ear that will use their voice to guide you to the pain killer; SOLUTION. Pain isn’t the enemy, it let’s you know when a doctor is needed, when a heart is broken, or when something is wrong. It helps us right ourselves, directing us to LOVE. Pain isn’t the disease. It’s the GPS that allows us to know we need to travel. So, don’t use pain as company, don’t allow it to trap you off from the rest of the world. Pain isn’t the destination, it’s reminds us we need help. So, Express that hurt today and Let someone in on your pain because no one should feel sorry for you because your pain just reminded you that you still have LIFE. So, stop telling people they don’t understand and explain yourself, you might actually realize being pain free starts will wanting to HEAL. Pain isn’t cancer, Pain it is a reward….
Social media isn’t the problem, the problem is how people use social media. I connected with old friends, met new ones, read things that gave me food for thought. I have spread a message, received messages, and watched videos that inspired me to be and do more. Yet, we blame social media because some people use this tool to bully, destroy relationships, and spread hate. When are we going to stop blaming the invention and make people accountable for their misuse of the invention….