It occurs to me, that nothing is more fragile of a person, than one's own self conscious. Whether it be how others perceive us, how we wish to be perceived or more importantly how we perceive ourselves, each alone is a link, together a chain, one weak link weakening us as a person, someone, or something picking at these, even ourselves, and it and we break.
Yesterday I wrote a poem based on Freudian developmental ideas surrounding ID, ego and the superego, what I notice on reflection was that whilst I wanted it to be somewhat dark in nature, I reflected solely on the growth of these ideals, not the decay.
Which brings me to today's recreational thought, growth and decay.
It seems that with most, the death/decay of something, be it a personality trait, a family member, a loved pet, hell even losing your job or friends, is something that most dwell on, and after a while replace it with some sort of filler inevitably repeating the process when the filler goes bye bye too.
In my life I have learned that everything happens for a reason, not essentially one that is visible in the immediate future but will become clear with time, or never at all, but for a reason none the less. It is through this ideal, that growth comes from my decay, through one bad thing happening, through endurance of it, through getting through it and seeing the better which comes of it, I grow from my decay.
Our ideals, our self perceptions, our desires to be perceived, will inevitably take a blow, the idea that someone, or maybe even ourselves do not see us living up to how we would like to be, will deal a fatal blow. The death of these ideals, or the death of self illusions etc... and the growth that follows, the transition that follows is development in it's true form, death, decay growth, natural human development.
Don't allow our ideals and our desires to be our breaking points, our nooses, learn, rot, grow.
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