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about meIt fascinates me to figure out what drives each of us as individuals. I love delving into the psychology of people’s minds, including my own. I write about relationships in life with some wit, and lots of introspection. I believe we are all works in progress.
Back in February 2012, I posted this poem. I didn’t have many followers than, so I thought I’d drop it in again. A short story told in rhyme. Hope you enjoy it.
by Lori Di
Awe inspiring. I don’t reblog often, but this one, in its awesomeness, must be passed on.
Originally posted on Simply here:
In our identification as a separate self, as a separate wave in the ocean of existence, our minds often fixate endlessly on how to improve or make ourselves better.
We fuss, suffer, attempt to fix our personalities. We often think of ourselves as flawed human beings who–with just the right magic wand of effort–should be able to create ourselves into ideal creatures. We think we shouldn’t have these inappropriate thoughts, habits, emotions. If we just try hard enough, we reason, we’ll correct our personalities and make them conform to our inner idea of who we should be.
Let me interject. There is nothing inherently wrong with this desire to fix ourselves. It’s just what the mind does. It attempts to take away our suffering and make us happy. The mind wants to create this life as something it deems good. It’s attempting to be kind.
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I received so much support and understanding in the comments from my post about anxiety. Reading them lifted my spirits. Every time I read another, I felt a little less anxious and a little stronger, until finally, my anxiety left me … at least for a time.
You who commented, yes you, contributed to calming my anxiety. I humbly thank you.
As usual, it got me thinking …