Unstable
How did I catch myself in a battle I have no desire to fight?
In the midst, I lost reason to believe in what was right.
So I try to rise,
but I end up being someone I despise.
And with all these lies-
my reflection has become a disguise.
But you were there-
and I thought I had nothing to fear;
but how can I continue breathing,
if I lost sight of what I had pride in believing?
#doubtful #lost&unsure #angst #poetry
Intuition
It tells me when something's wrong
If I should sing a different song
Warns me when there is a fire
If I should move to ground that's higher
It let's me know when things are off
Even if some people scoff
There's danger there, don't go that way
So I can fight another day
It's a signal in my head
That fills me with a sense of dread
When someone isn't being true
One I trusted, thought I knew
It gives me time to reassess
Before my life becomes a mess
Heeding it, I hesitate
Change the course 'for it's too late
It's subtle and easy to miss
In my head, a quiet hiss
Other times it can be loud
Makes it's voice heard in a crowd
There isn't any mystery
It's been known through history
Listen to that little voice
Let intuition make the choice.
A Living Will
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It seems to me, that we have a tendency to approach the question of Free Will rather one-sidedly. Perhaps because that is as much as is revealed to us at given moments... We all too frequently balk at what we can do... abhorring our limitations. We find time and again that no amount of "free will" allows us to do what we want to do, or have what we want to have; all of which we of course want to have without consequence.
The described attitude suggests that we certainly have Will, but hardly free...
If we are able to rise above our obstructed wants/demands, which come from who-knows-where, we might find ourselves subscribing to ideas of discipline, meditation, mindfulness, or other measures towards "self-control." But still, that trickle of self-awareness comes from a bottleneck of some source visible to us only from one side—our own! And on our receiving end there is sometimes but a teeny-tiny droplet; at other times a flood. We know not how, or why. There is no spigot to open or shut, and accordingly we feel hardly free at all.... except, Except!
There is the lesson that every child instinctively knows—ask any exasperated parent—of the profound power of "No."
(...you can bring a horse to the water, but you can't make him drink...)
At this point in my reflections on the matter, I would contend that this is the nature of the Freedom of our Will. We receive what we receive. We have options... as if on a menu. We can accept the offerings with an all-embracing "Yes!" ...We can do nothing and go along with a more or less grudging implicit "yes." ...Or stand in opposition by refusing all or rejecting parts. Meanwhile, being railroaded by the Consequences, regardless whichever path we choose. (The tendency to deem the first two options, and certainly the second, as having "softer" repercussions is faulty. Experience teaches otherwise! Consider, by way of example, how regrettably health-conscious individuals succumb to disease as much as those who have "not taken care" of themselves).
The third option (of Opposition) seems to be unique to Mankind. All of Nature says Yes. It cannot seem to do otherwise.
Where does Man's defiance come from? Truly an enigma... It would seem that this is that streak of Evil... the Opposite that must be overcome to return to "Paradise," towards which the rest of Nature is so affirmatively geared... But how to overcome it?! Why do we choose what we choose? I don't see a key to this insight... in the meantime, we are left struggling with what we No, or think we know...
#Challenge
#FreeWill
#YesNo
Masterpiece
Sometimes beautiful, other times not
Sometimes it's just about the battles we've fought.
For some it's dark, for some it's bright
It's all based on the painter's sight.
Only the painter can understand
The painting he drew with his own hand.
Others can only admire or criticize
But no one can understand, no matter how large the size.
There are many meanings and possibilities,
But you'll never know his true abilities.
His life may be tragic
Or perhaps romantic
He may have made mistakes
And not considered the stakes,
Perhaps he learned from them
And never tried to repeat them.
Maybe it is a success story,
With lots of ups and downs that made history,
Maybe it is about failures
With all work and no pleasures.
Maybe it's a commoner's tale,
With no success and no fails.
But the true meaning
Of the painting
Is only known by the painter,
After all it's his life that he is painting.