I nearly forgot to blog today.
Perhaps I should have forgotten, because what I intend to ponder might be considered something that is controversial or something that touches a nerve in some people. Of course, again, I never intend to offend anybody here in my blog, I simply want to become closer to enlightenment, which requires some controversial questions be raised. I wonder about the issues that we all have. Some of the biting and condemning problems that we all as individuals have, in one way or another. It seems to be different in degree and in form. Most notably, I've been noticing a lot of uproar about mental illness sustained from our own experiences. It's always been tragic to see a lot of people go through the catacombs of mental illness, and I myself have fallen victim before. The thing is though, and this is what people may find offensive.
I just...don't get it.
Mental illness is compared to the likes of diseases such as cancer, heart attacks...isn't that a bit more of an exaggeration than anything? On the contrary, attention to mental illness is still an issue that should be dealt with appropriately and deserves proper respect. I find myself to be biased in favor of degrading mental illness...I've chronicled my hatred for some of the methods of treatment before. I am in strong opposition of medication in order to sway depression or any other feelings. A pill that makes you feel happy? That makes everything okay? It upsets me to see humanity feels that emotion, a human instinct that we are instilled with and are given as creatures of the Earth to feel, can be altered by a man-made drug. It doesn't make sense to me. It truly doesn't.
But hell, what do I know?
That seems to be the general argument for...well, anyone who has anything of theirs criticized. "How would you know? You've never had to experience it." That's the thing though. I have. Hell, I've gone through experiences that a young child my age should never have to experience. Surely, much more anxiety inducing and allowing more reason for a mental illness to develop. Is that to say that my pain is worse than anyone else's? I'm not here to compare that, that's just not the argument I'm attempting to make. Rather, I don't feel that those with this illness should merely succumb to the fact that it is present. It is curable, and this isn't done through any diagnosed drug or professional counseling or anything.
It's self enlightenment.
Being able to say that you love yourself. That you are able to look at every day with a proactive retrospect. Is that to say that you are an optimist? Certainly not. Optimism and self-appreciation are two different things in the sense that optimism is a positive approach to every single thing out there, whereas self-appreciation is being able to connect with yourself and finding out who you are. It seems like a lot of mental illness happens within my own age range, and that is probably due to the fact that the self-discovery process is still in full effect, when we feel we have established an identity long before we even have a clue. I don't mean to sound like a jerk or anything. I've lived through this, and I am a better person because of it. I don't see that often. I dunno.
I guess it's just me.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
A Testament of Happiness
We're back, kids.
It's been a long while since I've been able to go about doing a blog, and I must say that I truly miss being able to relinquish thoughts onto this webpage. Goodness, has there been a lot going on. Only just recently though have I had something that I feel like I absolutely need to write about, because it's been a nagging issue to my conscience for a long while, something that I have been blogging about since the beginning, and what might be the entire reason I even started this blog in the first place: happiness. There has been a lack of it all around me, not only in myself, but primarily in others that has been affecting me. It involves the sort of happiness that, from my observations, is the most sought after yet what can be considered the most invaluable of all happiness: materialistic happiness.
Something lost from younger generations.
It seems that as the generations get younger, often times I catch myself in the act, that they don't seem to value much that isn't something that they can posses; something that they can have. It can be something entirely in the state of the moment: a new toy seen on TV, some junk food to eat when you're bored, something that will soon be forgotten and stored away. I see this a lot with my younger siblings, nothing seems to make them happy unless its new and benefits them in the short term, then it is forgotten and left unappreciated. I own several video games for many different consoles, yet I constantly hear the phrase "I'm bored of all these games." There is a refrigerator and cabinet full of food to make, yet they open the door and state "Let's go get some candy." The thing is, though, it's not just them.
It's a disease that plagues us all.
But the question I ask is this - where has all of the happiness gone? What will it take to make the younger generations and even the current generations happy? It's difficult to pinpoint what the source of happiness is for each individual, as that source is often different for every one person. I know of numerous individuals lost in the bind of sadness and depression and anxiety, unable to free themselves from the chains of despair and reach the ultimate goal of happiness for themselves. It's just the issue of obtaining the goal that stands in the way of many. Perhaps that is something we all should begin to realize as the generations ware on. Happiness comes in many forms, it's more than materials that we enjoy or feelings that we feel. Happiness comes from everywhere.
You just gotta look around.
It's been a long while since I've been able to go about doing a blog, and I must say that I truly miss being able to relinquish thoughts onto this webpage. Goodness, has there been a lot going on. Only just recently though have I had something that I feel like I absolutely need to write about, because it's been a nagging issue to my conscience for a long while, something that I have been blogging about since the beginning, and what might be the entire reason I even started this blog in the first place: happiness. There has been a lack of it all around me, not only in myself, but primarily in others that has been affecting me. It involves the sort of happiness that, from my observations, is the most sought after yet what can be considered the most invaluable of all happiness: materialistic happiness.
Something lost from younger generations.
It seems that as the generations get younger, often times I catch myself in the act, that they don't seem to value much that isn't something that they can posses; something that they can have. It can be something entirely in the state of the moment: a new toy seen on TV, some junk food to eat when you're bored, something that will soon be forgotten and stored away. I see this a lot with my younger siblings, nothing seems to make them happy unless its new and benefits them in the short term, then it is forgotten and left unappreciated. I own several video games for many different consoles, yet I constantly hear the phrase "I'm bored of all these games." There is a refrigerator and cabinet full of food to make, yet they open the door and state "Let's go get some candy." The thing is, though, it's not just them.
It's a disease that plagues us all.
But the question I ask is this - where has all of the happiness gone? What will it take to make the younger generations and even the current generations happy? It's difficult to pinpoint what the source of happiness is for each individual, as that source is often different for every one person. I know of numerous individuals lost in the bind of sadness and depression and anxiety, unable to free themselves from the chains of despair and reach the ultimate goal of happiness for themselves. It's just the issue of obtaining the goal that stands in the way of many. Perhaps that is something we all should begin to realize as the generations ware on. Happiness comes in many forms, it's more than materials that we enjoy or feelings that we feel. Happiness comes from everywhere.
You just gotta look around.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Revisiting the Fountain of Youth
Back into the swing of things.
I felt a month break from blogging was good enough. With so many different ideas spawning in my mind over the last month, I'm sure I have plenty of inspiration and material to blog over. But I've been having so much thought about the future. What life has in store for me. It's one of the only things I have had my mind on lately. My future. The future in general. But perhaps even further developing this concept, I have thought about my past. The origins of my life that have sculpted me into the being that I am today.
My youthhood.
I have had many lapses back to my childhood. Memories that I am still very fond of, items of my past that hold incredible significance of me. I've discussed the Fountain of Youth before in previous posts. Lately I've been revisiting the concept, about what creates that source of childhood behavior. It seems to be becoming more and more apparent to me that the Fountain of Youth is always flowing. That fountain consists of the memories that we are so fond of, and they lie within the inner quandaries of the mind and in the heart.Yet, these memories are just like pictures.
They fade with age.
It has been hurting me lately to realize that I am growing up. No longer the young and smiling child that I see in the pictures of carrying the red bouncy ball in my giant front yard next to the oak tree that I would always climb into with my cousin. Instead, I look back to these memories. They fill me with happiness, but what more do these memories serve? Simply the reminiscence of cherished moments. These moments can never be recaptured. Instead, I am becoming an adult. In attempt - or perhaps denial - to such thought, I have been searching for that very same Fountain of Youth I mentioned previously. I used to keep the mindset that this fountain was drying.
In fact, I was wrong.
Instead, as I begin to take the step from adolescence into adulthood, I rely upon my Fountain of Youth to better the future that is yet to come. All of these memories that I have held as a child, they influence my being still. The young child that has splattered spaghetti all over his face may not be the same in physical being, but the dreams that were developed as a child are still here. The dreams of going on to help others. The dream of going on to be a notable part of life. As we begin to look back on the unique childhoods every single one of us have, you have to remember one thing about your Fountain of Youth.
Dreams are where it all starts.
I felt a month break from blogging was good enough. With so many different ideas spawning in my mind over the last month, I'm sure I have plenty of inspiration and material to blog over. But I've been having so much thought about the future. What life has in store for me. It's one of the only things I have had my mind on lately. My future. The future in general. But perhaps even further developing this concept, I have thought about my past. The origins of my life that have sculpted me into the being that I am today.
My youthhood.
I have had many lapses back to my childhood. Memories that I am still very fond of, items of my past that hold incredible significance of me. I've discussed the Fountain of Youth before in previous posts. Lately I've been revisiting the concept, about what creates that source of childhood behavior. It seems to be becoming more and more apparent to me that the Fountain of Youth is always flowing. That fountain consists of the memories that we are so fond of, and they lie within the inner quandaries of the mind and in the heart.Yet, these memories are just like pictures.
They fade with age.
It has been hurting me lately to realize that I am growing up. No longer the young and smiling child that I see in the pictures of carrying the red bouncy ball in my giant front yard next to the oak tree that I would always climb into with my cousin. Instead, I look back to these memories. They fill me with happiness, but what more do these memories serve? Simply the reminiscence of cherished moments. These moments can never be recaptured. Instead, I am becoming an adult. In attempt - or perhaps denial - to such thought, I have been searching for that very same Fountain of Youth I mentioned previously. I used to keep the mindset that this fountain was drying.
In fact, I was wrong.
Instead, as I begin to take the step from adolescence into adulthood, I rely upon my Fountain of Youth to better the future that is yet to come. All of these memories that I have held as a child, they influence my being still. The young child that has splattered spaghetti all over his face may not be the same in physical being, but the dreams that were developed as a child are still here. The dreams of going on to help others. The dream of going on to be a notable part of life. As we begin to look back on the unique childhoods every single one of us have, you have to remember one thing about your Fountain of Youth.
Dreams are where it all starts.
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