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| | If Only | | | | Tuesday, March 4, 2008 (8:44 AM) | | | “If only this was a dream.” I’ve told myself that for the past few days. Now it’s in my dreams, and there’s no escaping it. | | | 78 Views | 0  Thumbs Up | 0 Comments |  |
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| | Tears | | | | Wednesday, February 27, 2008 (8:48 AM) | | Many years ago, looking back on his own grief years earlier, a fool wrote the following:
Tears
If tears are controlled, held in abeyance,
Waiting for release when our guard is down,
Walls that we build to prevent their escape
Keep us from reaching the prize they surround.
The need to access them seldom occurs.
Fortunate are we, that this fact is so.
When we deny their presence is needed,
The need for their presence hastens to grow.
The real problem lies in facing the good
They bring to our souls, the health of our minds.
Once we accept the release of our tears,
The troubles we face may seem less unkind.
But wait… I penned those words.
Grief now? No.
Sadness? Yes.
Despair? Assuredly.
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| | The Curse of Empathy | | | Tuesday, February 26, 2008 (4:35 AM)
(I'm feeling depressed) | | Empathy can be a blessing, when joy is flowing through the soul. Even at times of sadness, shared emotion forms a bond that warms the soul.
The curse of empathy comes when the shared emotion is owned, overcoming any notion of self. A joy that is short-lived will concede to the apathy that envelopes it, to the resentment that surrounds it.
And though the bond may be broken, the despondency that fills the void is not shared, but rather owned completely, and so has the strength to overwhelm in a way that cannot be borrowed.
That is the curse of empathy. | | | | 95 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
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