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Somethings for Nothings
12.20.2012
Everyone has something they love that is killing them. Have you ever noticed that? They wonder why they hurt so much inside and spend a lifetime putting things into themselves to fill the hole. I see it here, whether it's coffee, Benadryl, machismo, submission, gangs or suicide. Thinking it comes from outside.
But the outside is the thing that must be filled. We as human beings are made to empty ourselves, give of ourselves, over and over. We are made to fill up, not be filled. Thirty years of life and that's my conclusion.
I can be a certain person to somebody one minute and a whole other type of person to someone else the next. The way we fill each other differs depending on the attitude other people bring to the table.
To stand still, to pour forth the same emotion, to each and every person you come in contact with, is death. An inability to adapt. To change. To "roll with the punches".
Welcome to institutionalization.
And then welcome to solitary. Where the institutionalized become institutionalized inside the institution.
We can't, we become unable, to switch gears socially. We are stuck.
It is this that causes recidivism, suicide, hopelessness. Socially handicapped captives.
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