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irony and its closure

The defense of the self,
The denial of the mind,
The pain of the heart,
And the battlefield inside.

Pointing out a statement from Charles Lindbergh,
"Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about the most?"

It's not okay when you try to not feel.
It's okay when you try to feel.
It's not okay when you try to not think.
It's okay when you try to think.
Oh dear, you're thinking too much
About trying to not think the thing you're thinking.

Maybe we would all be better if we face ourselves head-on. Yes, ourselves. No bigger obstacle than dealing with something you call 'myself'. No bigger energy wasted than to lie to someone you call 'myself'.  The hardest thing to be in touch with, in life, is your own self and all its substances. You live in a world where it's much simpler to ignore your thoughts and feelings for the sake of your emotional stability. Or so you thought. But just so you know. It's like covering one's unhealed wounds with bandages, without giving it any ointment. On the outside, it looks like it's being treated. On the inside, it's rotting.

Life produce problems, problems produce denial, denial produce lies, lies produce pain, and pain produce loss. Let it all out, let it all out. The more you let it all out, the more you are able to let in. The same goes to thoughts and feelings. The more you loss, the more you gain. Ironic. You do not have to fear failure, really. The exhilaration of victory does not come from winning, it comes in the form of resilience. But resilience do not come easy. It comes with great courage. It's build upon strong foundation. It's build upon the courage to deal with oneself thoroughly. And they ask, how do you manage to deal with your own self?

She envies them, those filled with courage. She really does. She glances at him, so true to himself. She's in awe. She reminds herself to learn. She reminds herself to heal. The frown on her face stole his attention. He steps forward and lend a hand. With confusion, she takes his hand anyway. It's like she learns to crawl and walk all over again. To fall and get up, yet she's not judged since it's a development phase she is supposed to be in. It takes time, yet it was all worthwhile. He smiles so humbly, declining all the gratitude offered.
Oh my, oh my. Where else could she find a love this true?

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