Life, if We May - II

Hello there!

Once again, I am lost in my thoughts. I was thinking about how I treated people in the past, and how in the present, I tend to treat them. I thought about how I see people get treated and how I was treated. Some encounters were stranger to stranger, some were lover to lover ( not what you are thinking: this can be friends, family members or even significant others.), and the dynamics were usually similar.  The context was different each time ( obviously), but the psychology behind it was unmistakable. 

I am of the opinion that the majority of us, even with our best intentions at heart, may sometimes be guilty of selfish gain at the expense of another person. 

I don't know if this sounds right though. 

What I am trying to say is, more often than not, we encourage people to fly or not fly, to go or not to go, to be or not to be, based on what is in it for us. 

Let me go on to explain this a bit further. If the person of interest (POI) flies or becomes that which they are working on becoming or unbecoming that which they are working on unbecoming,  what do I get out of it? Do I loose a punching bag? Do I loose a maid? Do I loose a chauffeur? Do I loose a space filler? Do I loose a free ticket? Do you get the picture? 

If the person of interest soars, what becomes of me? It would mean that I would have to grow up - if I haven't already.  It would mean that I have to actually learn to think for myself, do things for myself and even, take responsibility for my actions. 

On the flipside, if we helped people - the majority of cases - out of pure selflessness,  maybe it would be great. 'But Ems', you may object,  'it is only natural that we act out of the inherent desire for self preservation.'

You are right. But in the process, what if we acted in an attitude of raising independently interdependent humans instead of codependent people? What if? 

Think about it.

I don't know if this got across in an understable way. If it didn't,  leave me a comment and we will take it from there. 

XOXO

Ems

Life, If We May!

I am in the morgue. It has this very specific smell, which cannot be mistaken for anything else other than death. I am standing in front of a table, slab really, with a corpse on top of it. Still. Lifeless. Pale. Cold. Silent. voiceless. Without choices.

I am clad in a mortician's suit and complementary boots. I didn't know how to feel, albeit unbeknownst to me, it was exhilarating - the mere fact that I am in  the morgue was exhilarating.

That was a few years ago.

Today, I am lost in my thoughts. I am thinking about the power we relinquish so that another person could run our lives. The permission we don't grant ourselves to fully live but instead crawl along, barely alive in existence. As we exist, someone is living a full life on account of you.

On the flip-side, are you controlling another person's life? Are you the one calling the shots?

Are you the one stifling your significant other, snuffing out their light, each time they try to shine?

Is it you? Are you the one?

Are you the one who cuts off the wings of the fledgling as it learns to fly?

Are you the one who sees what the other person is doing 'wrong' ..... I mean their choice of car, their choice of food, their clothing style, their daily humdrum which does not concern you?

Are you the one who thinks he/she has all the answers and the questions,  such that you  would rather tell the humans around you the questions you are ready to entertain?

Three days later, the thoughts have dissipated.  My river of words has run dry for now.

Let me end the thinking capacity on this matter right here. 

XOXO

P.S. it may be continued.