I can't dwell on what's happened, because then I would live in a bubble of gloom where every now and then a bit of fun or happiness might seep in or peer through but not emanate from inside. One day, it will swallow me up and I won't know how to feel happy.
I'm not one for positive affirmations or positive self talk; I tried it a few times and mocked myself doing it so I thought I'd better find another way to look on the bright side. I usually go for a catharsis in great literature or film to purge the bad feelings. I haven't done that so much lately, but teaching literature is effective for keeping my mind on the more momentous themes in life.
Why am I so upset about things? They are just things, possessions, items that don't hold meaning until I assign it to them. The meaning does not emanate from within; just as in mythology, an object or place is not significant until and unless humans assign symbols or metaphors to that object or place. The objects, when lost, can move into the realm of story and myth.
I have to remember that and keep reading.
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