Blog 2August 9, 2017
I wrote the following journal entry and essay as a twenty-seven-year-old while traveling in Europe with a man. It baffles me that I was so wise about my own emotional growth, yet was never able to live by my words. I just kept shoving my emotions down into my dungeon. Enjoy:Athens, Greece. I am sitting on a ruin wall on top of the Acropolis. I must write. I am getting to know myself more and more every day, and so much of it I do not like. My emotions get so strong, and I cannot control them a lot of the time. So I cry. And then I get angry with myself for crying, and I cry more. What is important is that I love myself. Yes, there are things about me that I will try to change. To grow emotionally. But I refuse to be a different person for anyone. I should not have to. I want to enjoy the rest of my trip without all of these emotions in my head. How can I push these emotions out of me? They are a part of me. Part of the person I love, but I do not love them because they make me feel sad and many times angry. But on the other hand, maybe it is those same pools of emotions that allow me to love people, places, the sunshine, flowers, animals, all the wonderful things that God has given to us. Geez, I am crying again. I have an emotional pool bigger than anyone I have ever met. God, I cannot push them away. The good ones or the bad. I must love every part of me. All of me. Even the bad emotions. And deal with them as best I can. When I am in times of hurt, maybe if I write, it will go away. To go all the way through it. Let it live its course. Get in touch with it, know it and try to understand it instead of pushing it away. Okay, so why is it so important to me that Diego want me? Because I love him and want him? If so, then the solution is to not want him. But there again, I can’t change the way I feel. I can’t push the good feelings out any more than I can the bad ones. Maybe there is no answer. Maybe analyzing is the wrong thing to do. I have gone full circle, and still want to cry. So, write something else. In learning and discovering and analyzing my own feelings, and hence, my own mind, I realize how little I know myself after twenty-six years of life. I picture that my mind is like the Earth, and if you travel from land mass to land mass, you learn more. But most of the time, you stay in one spot and live day to day. Not traveling. Not learning. So like a traveler in Europe, I am being a traveler of my mind. But there is too much to see in one lifetime. So, I will possibly and probably never learn all there is to know about my inner self. So with that knowledge, the hardest thing in the world must be to get to know and love and be with another mind (and Earth) for a long period of time. It is like trying to make two Earths live in harmony. Sometimes we sing and sometimes we make war. Because, after all, that other Earth-mind is traveling and discovering his own Earth-mind. And we are four billion Earths! [Of course, now we are seven!]
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