GrayClouds Posted November 12, 2009 Posted November 12, 2009 There has not been any thing particularly problematic. In fact there has been a few slivers of sunshine upon my days. A few professionally (I use that term loosely) and one or two personally. Though interesting enough the last few days has been off. A slightly disturbing disinterest in the routine. Periods of unproductive self probing. Bits of hits of melancholy. After going through the tsunomi storm of sadness, these little, almost unnoticeable waves of reflections sneaks up. Why? I think in someways these "good" things are just that good things. And with these comes a certain awareness that much of these things are happens as a result of the break-up. While these reminders that "life goes on" is also a reminders of what has died, in the embarrassing of these small reminders it means a "letting go" of some more of the remnants. But these gifts are good and for this I give a momentarily hesitant, but knowing thanks.
mickleb Posted November 12, 2009 Posted November 12, 2009 "To sleep perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub" I'm taking this out of it's original context (a bit) and considering 'sleep' as being a rest from the greyness/monotony, i.e. hope. With hope comes a reminder of loss: This feels good - like that did, until I lost it. Hamlet was, actually, pondering suicide and considered 'what if death brings a harsher fate than life'. Or in this case, what if that which gives us hope, brings us further (worse?) pain? How do we know what feels good, without comparing it to what feels bad? What choice do we have but to continue to take (calculated) risks? x
Author GrayClouds Posted November 12, 2009 Author Posted November 12, 2009 "To sleep perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub" I'm taking this out of it's original context (a bit) and considering 'sleep' as being a rest from the greyness/monotony, i.e. hope. With hope comes a reminder of loss: This feels good - like that did, until I lost it. Hamlet was, actually, pondering suicide and considered 'what if death brings a harsher fate than life'. Or in this case, what if that which gives us hope, brings us further (worse?) pain? How do we know what feels good, without comparing it to what feels bad? What choice do we have but to continue to take (calculated) risks? x Wow your classing up the place with those Hamlet quotes, I am looking forward to a solillaquists from Madame Butterfly next:)
mickleb Posted November 12, 2009 Posted November 12, 2009 Mais bien sur, mon ami.. And monkeys might fly out of my butt.
Author GrayClouds Posted November 12, 2009 Author Posted November 12, 2009 Mais bien sur, mon ami.. And monkeys might fly out of my butt. Thank you, now we are back to the gutter where I feel at home and seems much more appropriate for the trails and tribulations of the coping forum
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