Friday, 13 February 2015

I do it because I'm lonely...and so do you...

Drawing by Jessica a Nicholl



We all have a fight to fight. We all have a mountain to climb, a giant to face, and a destination we want to arrive at…but sometimes, somewhere along the line we either give up or continue fighting. Honestly, I can say that I have done that, I have given up and I can add that what I had planned for my life is not where I am right now and that is okay. I’m alive and still fighting the good fight. Same as it probably is for many other people…so my thing is this: How do we recognize a fight? And even more so, how do we know how to fight? One such a battle I had to fight was the feeling of complete abandonment and loneliness…it was (and still is) like a ‘never-ending pit of sorrow and gloom’… it would come over me when I least expect it, whether I’m happy or not, particularly when I’m stressed, anxious and scared but not limited to, I would suddenly start feeling very jittery. I would feel the need to eat something but can’t because nothing I can think of will be able to satisfy what I’m craving for. I would want to do something but nothing I can think of can tame what I’m feeling. I’d just feel bleh! Like nothing makes sense. I wouldn’t know what it was that I was going through, just an extreme sense of confusion, a weird sense of suffering and also feeling like there is no way to ever get out of it, like the feeling after a break-up, some might even say they are mildly depressed. My previous two blog entries (‘Misery’ and ‘Disposition’) are extensions of my thoughts in poetic form, surrounding this… 


Many people have at one time or another gone through such a dilemma in their lives, the deep feeling of being lost and alone. And as I have said I sometimes still do…I also know that it is not as it is thought out to be…and I know how to recognize it. Loneliness knows us very well, and it is real, in fact it’s always just waiting for the next opportunity to stopover… I have found myself caught in the hands of loneliness so many times that it resulted in me using mind altering substances to ease the load…and it worked for the time being(or so I thought); especially when I found myself newly single as well as dealing with the issue of rejection. My need to use was well assisted by the need to want to be alone and that was very much welcomed and entertained by my need to ‘be high’. It gave me time and ‘license’ to think, which I did, but since I’ve stopped, my thinking has been really great. I can’t say clearer, but I can say great. I mean I’m even blogging.  Don’t get me wrong I still get those days and those feelings of loneliness; I also just know how to deal with it better nowadays.  


The feeling of extreme loneliness is not as uncommon as one might think, I almost want to say that it is kind of part of being human, like being hungry or experiencing physical pain or being in love…we just need to be able to recognize when we are in that state and learn how to deal with it appropriately by educating ourselves surrounding it. I think one of the biggest problems we have is that people don’t want to come across as being weak if they say they are experiencing this or they feel like their problems are way smaller than other people’s. Trying to cope and deal with it alone for too long can worsen the feeling, which I feel can lead to full blown depression caused by the imbalance of just feeding your body with anything to try and satisfy this great need (e.g. stuffing their faces with food, succumbing to addictions or just plain old falling in love which is a chemical imbalance in any case).  Instead of speaking to someone or sharing their experiences with others, many people turn to their usual routines to deal with loneliness, alone, and if they are like me they’ll turn to food or maybe worse get drunk, smoke, use mind altering substances, flirt with the forbidden fruit (someone else’s girl), cheat, self-mutilation, acting needy, become gym freaks (to gym is not bad), watch endless episodes of series, spending hours on social media, spend hours on ‘chatting’, watching pornography, acting childish, attention seeking, search for meaning (significance) by searching for a life partner – all just dangerous and completely missing the point. 


I even want to go as far as saying that a lot of people jump into the wrong relationships because of this void they feel they need to fill. I think being in a relationship can be enjoyable and pleasing but if the sole reason is to fill a void, then no partner, doesn’t matter how great, can ever fill that, only you can. Someone else can never be the solution to the need. Other people have flaws and needs too and are just as you are, with feelings just as yours, and has the same thoughts as you do...they are also afraid and tired and also just want to have a break. 


I think the key is, and it has been for me, to face the moments we feel alone and address them for what they are: our mind just needing some attention or a distraction, so keep it occupied with tangible things, learn something new like an instrument or a language or read or run or gym or just jump into your creative side… It is of utmost importance for us to be able to recognize the moments that we are weak and to become strong in them, the victory lies in that. Loneliness can come and it shall no longer get the better of me, it’ll still come and try, but I’ll know how it looks and I’ll just give it the cold shoulder…so in my time of need I shall not be looking at beauty for my affirmation and masculinity, nor shall I turn to my addictions to have the load taken off, nor shall I get myself drowned in timeless efforts of wasting time by doing seemingly trivial things, but I shall look it straight in the eye and be victorious. The important thing is to respect the process, go through the tough times, fight and experience the pain because the pain is what makes us who we are. We are not meant to be kept prisoner by illusions in our minds. We need to break free. We need to fight. And that my friend is an everyday process. For me, as a Christian, I fully rely on God to be my inspiration and on Him to fill any emptiness I have. But in general, I do think that good discipline and sound ideologies are invaluable qualities needed for the transformation and liberation from loneliness. And we just need to live them out. 

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Disposition

Painting by Eugene De la Croix


 My heart calls out to heaven’s heart

With silencing echoes reaching lows, demolishing heights

Unwaveringly piercing no ears, no marks; the start

We see it all around us, we prepare ­ - we; the fight



Iron against iron, it’s found in the friction

Life shaped to shape the worth of one

No struggle, no hope, no conviction

The end is where the light is done…



And when it all ascends and reveals, there, it to begin

Green, the colour of grace, valiantly running through me

Facing the giant, the challenge to accept; I am in.

Take charge, take charge, run the race, a warrior you are to be



And even though dismayed at times, knee deep and found on a pile of slumps, the knight

Inherently a victor, from the depths with might, courageously the victor, conquering the fight.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Misery







Black is the night, black is the light, the origin of no colour

The never-ending pit of sorrow and gloom



Dark is the light, dark is the night, a mind trapped in despair

The road to misery paved with horror and doom



Yes. No. Grey. No vision and No sight.

Paralyzed inebriated escapades of a heart untamed, unruled, ungained.



Maybe it’s right, maybe it’s new.

The smell of the unknown, smells of orange and blue, of grey, and of you.



Cars rush by, I wake up and I sleep and at once it’s all a blur

All I can see, can feel and can ever want to be is all the same



It’s all nothing, it’s all just plain.
It’s all just black.

Monday, 2 February 2015

I Hate Beauty

Painting by Jarek Puczel

So my whole being has taken a very weird but interesting turn and it has completely changed my perspective on life and love and the understanding of both. A couple of months ago (more than two); I had to make what was possibly one of the biggest decisions of my life. The thing is, this decision not only changed my circumstances at the time, but also influenced all future endeavors I had envisioned for my life, at that time. My previous blog post, ‘Future’, is an extension of my thoughts in poetic form, surrounding that…


In the poem I am personifying the future with features that I find attractive in the opposite sex but it is much more than just that. When I took the decision to be single for a while, I did not anticipate for it to be such a big challenge. Because I love the idea of love, I love being in love and I love being loved. But I have also realized that a human beings’ need to be with someone stretches far beyond than just holding hands, caring, loving and sharing. In my experience (not that it is very elaborate), relationships are an intricate blend of body, spirit and mind… so how can I, according to this poem, hate that someone is beautiful if it is part of the essential aspects of what makes up a relationship?  


It is so easy to just walk around and admire how beautiful God has made people (us) and as men it is probably more of a challenge for us not to notice that. Seeing a beautiful girl is such an easy indulgence for us men and to be tempted and lured into that is just as easy, if we allow ourselves to be… Men, we fall in love with our eyes first then our hearts then our minds. How can we allow that? How can we allow ourselves to get moved by what we see and run with just that…? Hence my journey at the moment, though tough, calls for me to remain single and enjoy the journey of the exploration of it. I had decided to turn a blind eye to beauty so as not to get distracted by it, but that has not been easy…so I ended up hating beauty. I hate beauty. It sucks. And with it so does humour; and good conversation. So please just get out of my face you beautiful, funny intelligent being.  I hate you(not really).
 
On the real though I am afraid of hating beauty so much that it ends up turning me into a bitter, sad and cynical human being.  At the same time, I am also dreading missing out on meeting ‘the one’ that I taunt and play around with the idea of beauty, and all that it offers, and I get to know it. I am amused by the idea because, who wants to be alone? I end up entertaining the idea so much so to the point where I am like – well could this be it? Could this be the one? And often we know that it is not. This constant taunting have made me realize that at times, the fooling around, allows us to find so many likenesses in the other person that it can completely blind us from the realness of what it is – and that is that it is nothing and won’t and should not ever be, yet still we like it. We like being important to someone, it makes us feel significant. We choose to see what we choose to see and even if what that is, is as ugly as we are, our need to be complete, completely disregards what could have been avoided. So we end up operating on emotion, the biggest deceiver of all. We end up connecting emotionally, we communicate emotionally, we look emotionally thinking that whatever it is that we find emotionally is what we need to be whole, physically. And it is not. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t fall for any beautiful woman I see but the crux is that I can. I can allow myself to do so easily, whether or not I’m in a relationship but the choice still remains mine to decide.



Being single has taught me a couple of things, including that we are easily misled and deceived by our wants, our need to belong and just plain old loneliness. Allowing ourselves to be lured in by beauty, humour and great conversation driven by the same deceit, we allow ourselves to be misled by our emotions and tricked into situations that make our lives so difficult to steer that we feel we can’t let go of our emotional ‘anchors’. And that is mainly because we are in so deep, too deep. Emotions are important yes, I cannot disagree, physical interaction is also very important yes, but these on their own are not enough, and could never be enough. 


I had learnt this lesson, I had paid for this lesson, it can put you back so many steps but one does learn to get back up, better prepared, stronger and wiser. So this is what this poem is about for me, it’s about getting to know who I am and what triggers me to be intrigued and lured in, it’s about recognizing when I’m being led by my emotions and lastly it is about me looking at the future with my future in mind. Beauty and all its excitement must take a chill pill, I am busy looking out for me, and I need to enjoy me and my journey right now. So my future for now is single. Single bed, single meal; single man, single being - just me, happy me and free. For now…