The painting was inspired by my peaceful state of mind, I used mostly pastel colours, which is a first for me. I was mainly thinking about what it really meant to be strong. Drawing from my experiences, I think that true strength is accepting the people that genuinely want to help us. True strength is having the humility to believe and the willingness to grow. True strength is holding a mirror to our image every now and then.
I think it is wrong when people say ‘true strength comes from within’. It is implausible to suggest that the origin of strength is ‘within’ when strength is not an intrinsic value. Strength does not come from ‘within’ it is just formed there. When we are born, we are born weak, vulnerable and dependent. We have our individual characteristics that make us different and react in different ways to certain situations. However, it is our experiences that form and develop us; our experiences trigger the fight or flight notion in our minds. Our experiences may be caused by the natural order of things, they may be self inflicted or caused by others. But we can only develop strength when we make the most out of our experiences by appreciating them for what they have to teach us and appreciating the available help. We can only develop strength when we stop indulging in isolated thinking and self pity.
Yellow and green like the natural valley underneath your sternum.
Yellow and green because I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Yellow and green like growth and mutual reliance.
Yellow and green because I have trusted you with so much and yet so little.
Yellow and green like when the hills kiss the sun.
Yellow and green because this ultimately came, without much thought or inquiry.
Dedicated to the people who happened into my life but managed to stay in.
Interpersonal relationships: Being in charge but also leaving enough room for the unknown.
An interpersonal relationship may sometimes seem overly centered around trying to make things work. The level of difficulty of this is often dependent on one’s ability to tolerate and willingness to understand. Although it is almost common knowledge that you cannot pick your family but you can pick your friends, some friends happen to you; like family or an unforeseen event. Sometimes they are disastrous, even catastrophic. Other times a wonderful surprise. You end up going through or coming out of it with thoughts like -what just happened?
For the most part of life we are not given a choice with regards to a majority of the stuff that happens to us. For instance: how we were born, the people we were born to, the struggles we were born to deal with or other circumstances we found ourselves in.
We may not really have a say when it comes to the people that happen into our lives, the ones we fall in love with, the ones that hurt us, the ones that we have to work with or those who become family along the line. However, we do have a great amount of discretion when it comes to deciding who stays in. We just need to be wise with how we use this choice.
I needed it to be a distraction from the real world.
Talk less politics.
Talk less God.
Not wanting to be that loud cry in an empty hall.
But I didn’t last long doing that.
I have a great dislike for bullies but a special dislike for self-righteous people who feel above correction; they will never change.
Can you hear me?
Stop persecuting us!
Stop limiting us!
Stop hating yourselves!
Forcibly driving yourselves into sunken airless pockets.
Are you ignorant?
Light-hearted fun is good. And alcohol makes people happy. But only for a little while. Ignorance is only bliss when it is real ignorance. Not the type that was fashioned into existence to sway minds and suppress overly thoughts
You are not Ignorant.
I Stopped fighting for the cause, but did I ever really begin? Did I never tackle Inequality because I became apathetic? Or because I became too scared of backlash from people who pick equal fights against the cause?
Do people really want to read long reports about inequality? Don’t they either feel guilty for being a part of the problem? Or guilty for not fighting against the problem? Guilt always finds new ways to be transformed into back lash.
Are you selfish?
True selfishness is to seek your gain to the detriment of others.
For humanity to grow true selfishness needs to die.
Everyone needs to SHUT UP and THINK.
Activists included. Non-activists included. Everyone. Including those with tremendously wise things to say, and those who only say stupid things.
Talk is cheap.
We are all becoming too stupid from talking more than we are ever willing to listen.
I think June 2016 so far has been the craziest month, I moved my entire life back to the UK and the UK decided (against my will) that it wanted to leave the EU. June required a lot of adjustment. Life will carry on, maybe not as usual but it wou.
Let it go is mainly about the act of forgiveness; a topic I was sort of exploring right before I left France. I guess it followed me to England and inspired its own post.
Let it go.
The shadows from our past may haunt us, deeply rooted in our veins; they use unforgiveness as nourishment.
The most fertile soil for such a thing.
It’s vines are like puppet strings.
It sprouts teeth not flowers.
Baring down, they sink in and steal.
However, God has called us to be free, not chained by these things.
Maybe such events needed to have exsisted?
Maybe this was the thing that made you who you are today.
I wish I could come up with a better name. But only this made sense.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, we should be able to see tales in peoples’ eyes. What then should be assumed of people whose eyes say nothing?
Is “Genuineness” the defining factor in the difference between real helpers and people-pleasers?
I presume the right answers can be found when you search each heart. But no one is willing to, because sometimes we find the ugliest things buried deep.
True treachery lives deep inside the heart of men. And it is the sole creator of chains that bind.
What should you do when the precious things that surround you become an actual ring of fire?
Rapidly closing in on you.
Sometimes, It is a lot easier to set yourself ablaze than to put out the flames.
Especially when you only have your hands.
Once, I hastily tried to put out the scorching flames with nothing but my hands. Even as the fire roasted my flesh, It took me a while to realise that there was sand underneath my feet.
Sand that I could have easily kicked over the fire.
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