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Confronting the Illusion: A Journey from Impulsiveness to Self-Reflection
I'm upset with myself for slipping because I realised I was doing it. By the time I had transitioned from my impulsiveness to a more conscious mental State Regarding my decisions and actions, I had already fallen into a pattern that I believed to be far gone.
By Ranjith Kumar2 years ago in Poets
Assessing Your Worth: Strategies for Self-Reflection
Determining your worth We all find ourselves questioning how far we can go and estimate our value, what we bring to the table, and how much we can foster evidence that we are worth it and that our presence is meaningful in the room we muster up our courage to be in. Ever find yourself in that mindset of having to earn the right to be in every room and beholding your self-worth at the mercy of others? It is exhausting to think that you need to prove yourself constantly. We live in a world where it is easier for people to deprecate and devalue others, trying their best to burden their insecurities on them and make themselves feel superior, rather than honoring genuine human connection and making the person feel heard and seen. While it is easier to forge superiority over connection, empathy and genuine openness to one another are what we need as a community to foster our social well-being.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Slipping. Top Story - March 2024.
Slipping, I'm angry at myself Because I caught myself slipping. By the time I was out of the impulsiveness And into a more aware state of mind About my choices and behaviors I had already slipped into a pattern I thought long dead and gone. I can hear the devil laughing with joy As I sit here and shrivel into my shame. I try and find the reason why I suddenly lost all control, but really I need not look far. At least, that is if I'm willing to be real with myself. But being honest with myself is hard When the reality contradicts the desires and hopes of my heart. It takes courage to really see And accept the truth for what it is… Ugly, Uncomfortable, Unstable. That's why more times than not, I fall into the comfort of my minds made up moments And all the skewed ways my head chooses to turn fantasy into something real. It's easier that way, right? Until the false mirror breaks And your just left with shattered pieces of what never actually was. Romancing people, places, and things To give me a false sense of comfort Always remembering just a little too late, That I always set my expectations And the bar far to high For any normal human being To be able to reach. Putting you on the grandest pedestal So I always inadvertently allow myself to end up disappointed and feeling unsatisfied, Time and time again. Then after, I feel justified in ignoring my own unhealed traumas, baggage, and core issues. And instead, turning the tables and saying “You are the problem.” I know in those situations It's me that's the problem. But why can I never remember it When I need to the most?
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
