I think that somewhere along the road of my life I read a quote that said, "the evil in the world is done by people with the good intentions" or something like that. Sometimes we do things with the best intentions but not so good outcomes. We mean well, we think that we are doing good but in essence we are actually hurting those around us. I don't think that in all cases evil will come of those attempts but looking back at history I can see how that may have happen.
I have been trying to write this entry for 2 days now and failing miserably. Apparently my subconsciousness really wanted me to finish it though and kept telling me in my dreams as I had nightmares about death and remains and someone profiting from the remains of others. Still trying to figure out the last part.
The mind is an intricate web, woven of experiences we have had over our lifetimes compiled with feelings and emotions about those experiences. Stuck in the web are lessons learned, whether in classrooms or our daily lessons from life, in my case many of them learned the hard way by stepping in something I would rather have walked around.
Part of me is hoping that if I write this, if I get it out of my head and on to virtual paper, I will learn from it and in the future, do it less. That is my hope, my wish to not hurt those around me, those that I care for and love by my words and actions. I do tend to learn the hard way though. For some reason even though I may see the pile or the hole or the bad experience, instead of side-swiping it, I continue walking, tripping and falling head-first into it. Yup, that's me, the klutz.
It was thanks to my mother-in-law that I first realized I had this problem and now, even though I try not to do it, I try my best to not hurt those I love, it still happens. Lucky for me they know that my intentions are not to cause harm. Bad for me, most of the time they do not tell me that I have done this until I pull it out of them or it slips in conversations years later. What comes to mind as I sit here is the same thing I talk about a lot. You can't fix what you don't know is broken. Not that I am using that as an excuse, but if I had known years ago that I was doing this, I would like to think I would have learned by now how to use that sugar coating I hear so much about.
This thought, however, leads me to another trying to make this make sense. At what point does adding sugar change the taste so much that it no longer is what it was intended to be. Does it not make more sense to get to the meaning directly than to beat around the bush? Can one beat around the bush so much that eventually the bush is the only thing standing in the field of dead weeds? Maybe I am just thinking to hard and losing the meaning all together. Not the first time that has happened. Oh well.
GOAL: Invest in more sugar.
I have been trying to write this entry for 2 days now and failing miserably. Apparently my subconsciousness really wanted me to finish it though and kept telling me in my dreams as I had nightmares about death and remains and someone profiting from the remains of others. Still trying to figure out the last part.
Part of me is hoping that if I write this, if I get it out of my head and on to virtual paper, I will learn from it and in the future, do it less. That is my hope, my wish to not hurt those around me, those that I care for and love by my words and actions. I do tend to learn the hard way though. For some reason even though I may see the pile or the hole or the bad experience, instead of side-swiping it, I continue walking, tripping and falling head-first into it. Yup, that's me, the klutz.
It was thanks to my mother-in-law that I first realized I had this problem and now, even though I try not to do it, I try my best to not hurt those I love, it still happens. Lucky for me they know that my intentions are not to cause harm. Bad for me, most of the time they do not tell me that I have done this until I pull it out of them or it slips in conversations years later. What comes to mind as I sit here is the same thing I talk about a lot. You can't fix what you don't know is broken. Not that I am using that as an excuse, but if I had known years ago that I was doing this, I would like to think I would have learned by now how to use that sugar coating I hear so much about.
This thought, however, leads me to another trying to make this make sense. At what point does adding sugar change the taste so much that it no longer is what it was intended to be. Does it not make more sense to get to the meaning directly than to beat around the bush? Can one beat around the bush so much that eventually the bush is the only thing standing in the field of dead weeds? Maybe I am just thinking to hard and losing the meaning all together. Not the first time that has happened. Oh well.
GOAL: Invest in more sugar.
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