The Idea-smithy

I wrote this post a really long time ago (which you’ll be able to tell from the outdated references). But I think it still holds true, even more today than earlier. So what say? Are we spiralling into a world of isolation while living in an illusion of connectedness?
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I was one of the laggard consumers in the [...]

Elixir can heal as long as it is kept carefully in a bottle and taken carefully. But when dropped or smashed across the room, all that remain are broken shards that can cause injury. Even if they once contained elixir.
You don’t play football with a bottle of medicine. Or expect a punchbag to heal you.

 
A very friendly place
where nobody is your friend,
can be a very scary place indeed.
Like a mad funhouse. Or the Palace of Mirrors.

Emotional scars are like those stubborn stains that water can’t erase.
Try acid.

Sensitivity is the permission you give yourself to feel.

No more, no less.
Not how much you feel about other people.
Not how much you feel about yourself.
Not how many tears you shed.
Not even how much you feel.
Simply how much you allow yourself to.
To illustrate, a poem from long ago when I was still into rhyming and used [...]

…is a two-way street
with a lot of potholes
and not enough speed-breakers.
If you do manage to make it down the street, it’ll likely not be in one piece.
Well, minus some expectations at least.

We all have days when we look back at our desicions and wonder “WHY??”.
And when you have too many such days, you just shrug and thank your stars.
Amen to miraculous escapes by mistake.
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