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I have this friend, who is also a therapist, who often says very profound stuff.
One day, he said this:
“When you are sick, you are drawn to the pain. When you are healthy, you are drawn to the love.”
Ommmmm.
Ponder. Share. Discuss.
Beautiful pain
I can feel the heat rising
Everything is on fire
Today is a painful reminder of why
We can only get brighter
The further you put it behind ya
But right now I’m on the inside
Lookin out, cause
I’m standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
I’m standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
Yesterday was the tornado warning, today is like the morning after
Your world is torn in half, you wake and let’s wait to start the morning process
Rebuilding and you’re still a work in progress
Today is a whole new chapter, it’s like an enormous thunderstorm has passed ya
Your weather didn’t poke his eyes out with the thorn bush that you
Used to smell the roses, i stopped to inhale can’t even tell your nose is stuffed
So focused on the brightside, then you floor the gas pedal
And hit the corner fast, the more asserted
Never looking back, may hit the curb
But everyday is a new learning curve, as you, steer through life
Sometimes you might not wanna swerve
But you have to to avert a disaster, lucky, no permanent damage
Cause they hurt you so bad, it’s like they murdered your a**
And threw dirt on your casket, but you returned from the ashes
And that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline
And while you’re burning the past, standing at inferno and chant
I’m standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
I’m standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
So familiarize with what having to swallow this pill is like
It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life
And it’s as though you feel you’ve died because you’ve been killed inside
But yet you’re still alive which means you must survive
Although today you may weep because you’re weak and
Everything seems so bleak and hopeless
The light that you’re seeking, it begins to seep in
That’s the only thing keepin’ you from leapin’ off the motherfreaking deep end
And I’m pulling for you to push through this feeling
And with a little time that should do the healin’
And by tomorrow you may even feel so good that you’re willing
To forgive them even after all that s*** you been put through
This feeling of resilience is building and the flames are burning
Quick as fire would through this building, you’re sealed in
But you’re fireproof and retardant you withstood it
And as you climb up to the roof you’re just chillin’ and you look down
Cause you’re so over them you could put the heel of your foot through the ceilin’
As time passes, things change everyday
But wounds, wounds heal
But scars still remaining the same
But tomorrow today’s goin’ down in flames
Throw the match at the passed up place
So feel the fire beneath your feet
As you barely even perspire from the heat
Exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief
And as you say goodbye to the grief
It’s like watching the walls melt in your prison cell
But you’ve extinguished this living hell
Still a little piece of you dies, you scream
I’m standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
I’m standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
Feel the burn, watch the smoke as I turn
Rising, a phoenix from the flames
With wings I will fly
I’m standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
Eminem
RPG,
Simple but true. There is a disadvantage to being a bachelor bear and living alone.
To continue in the Michigan theme,
only some one who went to college could say something so fucking stupid and be taken serious
Okay, maybe it’s too profound for me or maybe I just haven’t had enough coffee this morning….could you please translate?
Lol David. Yes, talking to him could sometimes be like that! He was talking about good relationships, and bad ones, and how we are drawn to or put up with people who hurt us, or aren’t available, or who give less than love when sick but reject anything less but the real deal when well. This could be in romantic relationships, friendships, etc. And by sick he was referring to unhealed emotional stuff from childhood.
Or maybe it’s just bad luck/good luck. Who knows!
Something to ponder anyway… 😉
When I am sick, I am drawn to boo, when I am healthy, I am drawn to squee.
(seven fat years of higher education, dat…bam!)
🙂
“When you are sick, you are drawn to the pain. When you are healthy, you are drawn to the love.”
…and when you are horny, you are drawn to both.
Liz,
Hahahaha! 😀
There is a disadvantage to being a bachelor bear and living alone.
Do you partake of any hobby groups or clubs, Fuzzie?
LOL Liz!
More squee for Liz!!!
Tarn,
I stay at home a lot. It’s probably a carryover from working in retail for so many years.
So, the poet=therapist is into BDSM?
I stay at home a lot. It’s probably a carryover from working in retail for so many years.
I’m the same way, bear. Friday night is gaming night, and Tuesday is normally movie night, but other than that I’m a homebody. Even when I travel, like to PAX East, Gencon, or Origins, I still need an hour alone everyday to just be in the hotel room and recharge.
Also, Fuzzie:
https://notesfromaredpillgirl.com/2016/04/13/the-power-of-your-thoughts/comment-page-2/#comment-9327
In the immortal words of George Takei, “Oh My…”
So, the poet=therapist is into BDSM?
Perhaps he is a poet/therapist/epilation technician. 🙂
Lol @ CotM.
So, the poet=therapist is into BDSM?
Well, who *isn’t*? 😈😇
😀
BDSM is the new black! Lol. Or maybe it’s so yesterday? 😋
Yesterday? Nah.
…it was Saturday.
Whoa. What emoticon is that, Bloom?
It’s a tongue-sticking-out winky face. What the heck? 😕
“BDSM is the new black! Lol. Or maybe it’s so yesterday?”
It’s very March of 2016, Bloom. 😀
Rather than “Oh, my!”, I would like to remember George Takei for saying “Don’t call me Tiny!”.
That has to be my favorite Star Trek clip.
Wow even talking about bsdm can’t get this thread going… I need to come up with another post apparently! Lol.
I thought it was profound anyway. Pfffffft.
Next!
Lol
Or is it bsdm? Or bsdm? Or smbd? Or whatever… You know what I mean. Yeesh! Pre-verts! Lol
Perhaps, another clip…
I believe this is the first one that Leonard Nimoy directed. Knocked my socks off.
Hey, I resemble that remark, Bloom! 😉
And I can talk about bdsm (or vanilla, or role play) sexy funtimes all day. Didn’t think that’s what you wanted this thread to be about though, lol.
Lol true, Tarn! Just kidding. 🙂
so, yesterday, we were out on the boat (Mike and our friend from college), and the subject of politics came up. Our friend said that Kim Jong Un looked kind of like Hillary. They both wore the same outfits, and so forth. Then he mentioned that KJU is really crazy. So here’s the conversation:
Friend: “He’s so crazy he executed his uncle with an anti-aircraft gun.”
Mike: “Really? Why did he do that?”
Me: “Probably thought he was a flight risk.”
Badaboombadabing, right?
Anti-aircraft gun, flight risk.
All I got was a serious nod and, “maybe so”…So I had to explain the joke which…totally ruined it. It was a comedy grenade…it went off a few seconds late and fizzled.
GAH.
Just wanted to share. Because, dammit I thought it was witty. 😀
Later, I asked Mike if he thought it was funny and he patted me on the head and said, “Yes, honey, it was very clever and funny.” LOL
Liz,
So it fell flat. You tried. Maybe the next thing you come up with will be a hit?
I keep musing on your story of Mike’s buddy . There was no way for him to win because he never had a chance. And all this stuff happened while he was out on Mike’s boat, staying out of mischief.
I have a few coarse thoughts on this matter that I will keep to myself.
I think it was the delivery, Fuzzie.
That’s my weak spot, Mike (and the boys) have excellent delivery. 🙂
This one was a different buddy, but we saw him yesterday, too.
No, he was very good to her but there was no way to win. 😦
Liz,
I am seeing a moral to this latter day Romeo and Juliet story.
Hard to know about delivery in this medium. Do you think that exposure and practice may help?
I’m going to cut to the chase here. I have never met a therapist who was worth a damn.
I got an early start in incompetent therapists when my mother kept sending me to see them because I wasn’t turning out the way she expected me to be. I won’t bore you with the entire sordid process, but it worked out in the end (with an enlightening comment from a woman with similar issues as I) that she was the cause of the problems.
Mrs B kept wanting to go to couples counselling because she wanted support that I was the one who had to change (as she saw it). Funny how the counsellors ended up seeing her as the problem. It got the the point that as soon as her latest counsellor caught on to her game and called her on it, we stopped going.
No one can be cured by a person whose livelihood depends upon a steady source of patients. Such a person can only cure themselves with the help of those who know something about emotional damage and can be objective. Self-reflection and honest feedback are necessities. The moment money changes hands, that objectivity is lost, and a predatory arrangement ensues.
I agree 100 percent with Blurkel on the subject of therapists.
Fuzzie: “Hard to know about delivery in this medium. Do you think that exposure and practice may help?”
I think the “timing” bit is more instinctive. Some people are born with it, some not. Maybe I could improve but it’s ultimately kind of like teaching someone to be tall. But the really cleverest of bastards probably don’t need timing. Oscar Wilde probably didn’t need timing. Christopher Hitchens didn’t need it.
🙂
I’ll be off the internetz for a few days. Have a good weekend, all.