Grey’s Anatomy gets me crying. Every. Single. Time.
And gosh, are there any people beautifuller on the whole wide world than this pseudo-doctor crew?!
It breaks my heart just to look at them.
And I don’t know why. It triggers some unexplainable emotions within me. It’s magic.
Categories: obsessions
I have those voices in my head. We all do, frankly. There are very few persons in the whole wide world, who can convince me they have their inner dialogue shut up once and for all. People who live in total inner silence and peace. Since I am not one of them and you aren’t either, we have to deal with all the voices. It’s the voice of our parents, their hopes, their beliefs and expectations. The voice of our own mental concepts, our wishes and fears. We have all those and many others babbling, rambling, talking, s c r e a m i n g.
Which is pretty confusing. And frightening. Because, in the middle of all the chaos, we have lost ourselves. Our own tiny, quiet inner voice. We don’t hear it anymore, no matter how hard we try, it can’t outshout all the others. So, it prefers to shut up completely. It won’t fight for it’s own rights, it won’t compete. It’s like a chinese warrior, but that’s a whole other story. Even when we need it desperately, it won’t give in. Until we make some quiet inside to hear it’s whisper.
As a beloved friend of mine stated it today:
You have to be the starting point. You are on a crossroad in life and you have clashing desires. Amidst all the voices of parental authority, guilt, obligation, responsibility and personal beliefs, you can’t hear what the little voice of your true inner Self is telling you. And the truth is, once you touch that point, all other voices simply remain other voices. They have no power over you anymore.
How do I get to that point? I don’t know yet. But I am willing to find out.
One more thing I want to share tonight, before surrendering to the lure of untroubled dreams. Or two.
It’s been a day of great inspiration and kindness. I can only bow down to those wise and loving people I can call my friends.
Categories: soul repair garage · the long dark tea-time of the soul · voices in my head
