So these past couple days I've been finishing up some graphic novels. My favorite this week has been "Asterios Polyp"; a tale about a Man who sees his own mistakes in life, but not until he finds himself alone and penny less. It's something that most people can relate to; I myself have learned new things about who I am when I was in such crossroads. I know that I'm not a beggar, I know that inanimate objects are merrily just that, I know what sacrifice really means, and I know that if I'm alone it's because I'm still putting the broken pieces in my life together.
The message that I got from this book, is that we do not control our lives. We are not a lead character in life, and we do not know everything. Our roles as human beings, is to be apart of life; to balance the way our universe works; to not over think things and just simply be.
Stress is a made up word that people use to describe their insecurities. It justifies what makes things in their life important. It clouds the mind like a disease, taunting ones abilities and making them feel less of a person. The only reason it exists is because we made it exist, we gave it a life form and fed into the obnoxious and arrogance behind stress. We allowed stress to drain our life, and we keep coming back to it like a junkie waiting for the next fix. I don't want to be a Junkie anymore, I don't want to give Stress the time of day. I don't even know how I met stress, I just know that at one time in my life I thought it made sense. Now I know, it was all in my head.
So what do you believe?
The message that I got from this book, is that we do not control our lives. We are not a lead character in life, and we do not know everything. Our roles as human beings, is to be apart of life; to balance the way our universe works; to not over think things and just simply be.
Stress is a made up word that people use to describe their insecurities. It justifies what makes things in their life important. It clouds the mind like a disease, taunting ones abilities and making them feel less of a person. The only reason it exists is because we made it exist, we gave it a life form and fed into the obnoxious and arrogance behind stress. We allowed stress to drain our life, and we keep coming back to it like a junkie waiting for the next fix. I don't want to be a Junkie anymore, I don't want to give Stress the time of day. I don't even know how I met stress, I just know that at one time in my life I thought it made sense. Now I know, it was all in my head.
So what do you believe?
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