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Cesar

14 days ago

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Sagittarius

4w5

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Sorrow's Bliss

I know nothing of pain I know nothing of suffering I know nothing of trauma I claim to know all To feel all Yet know nothing of it My own sorrows are nothing Compare my pain to their pain Compare my suffering to their suffering Compare my trauma to their trauma I am weaker than them They are stronger than I They've endured more That, I do know I admire their endurance If they can endure so much So can I My anguish is nothing but self-pity Their struggles are my endurance Any affliction around me Grants me strength for another day I cannot fall just yet

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Az

14 days ago

INTP
Libra

8w9

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What if I told you that one must fall to get up again? Comparison our life floats and anchors in one. What happens when we just are?

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Cesar

14 days ago

INFJ
Sagittarius

4w5

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I would say that I do fall but recover quickly. By being aware of certain circumstances, I belittle my own affliction as if they're nothing. An example I would give would be first world problems vs third world problems. Let's say I become depressed and start failing school. By knowing there are people without an education and without advantage in life, I put away(or deal) my own emotions and strive with what I was given. An extreme example would be, let's say I get dumped. I would be depressed and sad. By being aware that there are people who are abused, tortured, murdered, trafficked. My own sorrow means nothing. Therefore I should be able endure as much as they could and be quick on my feet. It pretty bad because it's nearly impossible to help all those in need. We shouldn't be too feeble about our problems. Even if our emotions are true to us, I know it's also not easy to dismiss them, but by reflection alone we can change our heart and mind for the better. It's hard to explain but I hope you can make sense with what I'm saying 😅

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Az

14 days ago

INTP
Libra

8w9

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Thats sad that you don’t let yourself feel that instead you compare and shame yourself until u have ignored your own truth. Thats so serious self harm. I bet the depression gets bigger everytime too… be careful you’ll build your own monster. The only way out is through and that means to feel. What this isbyou describe is a type of avoidance and ableism. You deserve to be human. No issues are bigger or smaller than anothers. Comparison is a theif.

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Cesar

14 days ago

INFJ
Sagittarius

4w5

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Can't deny your words. I live a solitary life so I usually keep everything to myself. But yes, It does get worse sometimes and can slowly become insane. However, to prevent that from happening completely, unless you do something you enjoy or trying to bring changes to your life, it won't happen. I exercise and entertain myself with videos or podcasts. Another thing I do is that I reflect and use reasoning to make sense of things around me. Or one that absolutely brings peace to myself is reading the Gospel. But overall I don't get angry or sad often, I'm mostly humorous and optimistic. I only express negativity with poetry or creative writing.

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Az

14 days ago

INTP
Libra

8w9

8

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Expressing anyway you can will grant release. “The body keeps the score” is more than a good book, its a truth I live. After years of stuffing it down, my body caught fire in fibromyalgia. Its not worth the avoidance of figuring out how to regulate while actually feeling and expressing. Anger doesnt have to mean harm. Sadness doesn’t need to mean days on end sunk. Just here to say you’re not alone and I feel these words deep. Its from this life and yet somehow worlds away… hard to say really

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What am I, truly? If you hold me to the light, what will you see? Will you see the same things that I do? No. My nature, my feelings My thoughts, my desires My memories, my essence You won’t see that. You can’t see that. What you will see are the colors they leave behind. Maybe you’ll focus on the cardinal reds Burning with the rage pent up from consistent betrayal. Or the charcoal gray of abandonment Left cooling in a pile after the flock migrates. If you try to care, you might notice the eminence purple The mercy and patience gathering together. Or the Hunyadi yellow of adaptation Taking old things and making them new. Then there’s the ultramarine blue of hopes All scattered, or trampled on, or fading to gray. There’s a significant void of simply black Where certain pieces of my existence never lived. If those were sparked up, brought to life again I wouldn’t be the same person anymore. It wouldn’t be me. Now, there are many other colors on display. But those colors are more difficult to interpret. Because there isn’t an interpretation. I will always have a madness about me But not necessarily a method. You see, I cannot be defined by a single set of colors. Any attempt to understand me in my entirety Is doomed for failure, unless you’re omniscient. Any attempt to categorize me Under a particular label or role Will fail to capture even that part of what I am. Because the colors are all connected. You cannot hope to understand my silvers Without also understanding my browns. There is no gentleness Without also the passion. My sorrow is fueled by my joy. My jealousy stems from my loneliness. My compassion is a result of my bitterness. And my love? My love is hiding behind a nebula, a fortress of distrust. I have amassed an army of calculations Squadrons of processes and safeguards Contingencies for my contingencies. But I often don’t inform the military Of where my heart wants to wander next. It isn’t fun to always be fortified Isolated away from the rest of the world. But my experiences warn me There’s no goodness to be found out there. Because everyone perceives colors in their own way And no one sees them identically. So no one will ever understand what I mean When I offer them my silver pieces Or when I wear a star sapphire on my hand. But they will try, and blame me for their misunderstanding. There is no comfort to be found in noodles. There is no love to be shared from a brother. There is only the selfishness from the flowers Doomed to blow away in the haunted winds. There is only the ocean of deceived fish Schooling anywhere that you aren’t. This world is full of radiance A prism dancing in the sky. There are so many patterns to me So many patterns around to see. I can recognize a lot of them. Like the ugly stains that churches intentionally put in windows. Or the off-whites painted over The scrapes and truths people are ashamed of. The vivid pink of romance forced down your throat. The blended shades of green that purchase corruption. What is more difficult to recognize Are the gradients my memories choose to adopt. What was once a single, specific color Has now turned into its own spectrum Which reveals more than there might actually be. Not to mention the contrast I might choose Should I decide to change my attitude over the course of an hour. Such is the difficulty of understanding a person. Each aspect of their personality and existence Displays a rainbow under very different rules. The more familiar you become with one side of them The more difficult it can be to appreciate the other sides. Our canvas can change. It can fade, or be repainted Or even be damaged. What goes on that canvas might be intentional Or it could very well not be. Unintentional spots or spills or strokes Should not be looked into for deeper meaning. But they are often difficult to recognize as unintentional. Consider then, how foolish it is To be offended by my nature. My feelings, thoughts, desires Memories, essence or actions. Yes, even my actions. I made those for a reason. I see a meaning behind the art they leave behind. And you do too. But we don’t see the same picture the same way. You can try to explain your interpretation But my eyes will never see it through the same lens as you. Even if I could, I wouldn’t process it the same way And you can’t make me. So next time you try to tell me what my true colors are Remember that I’m not an antagonist in my own story. But now, you are.

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