My friend
Crystal asked me to explain what “dark thoughts” I referred to when I said
“Although I always knew this was referring to thoughts, for example, to not
cross out a complete, or part of a, thought because you thought it was ugly, or
something indignant, or maybe something you just didn’t want to ever think you
would come to think of. To not cross out what you may consider ‘dark
thoughts.’”
By “dark
thoughts” I really meant to say things that make you question who you are,
things that make you wonder why you live, things that make you question the
system you live in, the different causes and effects that surround you. Basically, you will discover that these
inquiries, these thoughts, are what will define you as a person. I learned that
I was the only one who could really answer all my doubts with what my goals and
my values in life are, what I have accepted to be true, what I think is right,
and how I make justice of the things that surround me. (Note: “what I have
accepted;” I got to a point where I needed to choose and convince myself that a
number of things had to be a certain way, and that these things have and will
always continue to work in the same manner forever.)
Writing ones “dark thoughts” on paper can really help you see some
internal conflicts you may have in your life.
My first experiences writing my thoughts were kind of scary. Having been in a very demanding high school
and doing my very best to keep up with everything I was doing, and trying to
figure out what I wanted to be when I finished there, I found myself writing my
thoughts very often. The first things I
realized about my life was that religion wasn’t something relevant to me. I never found a time where it really helped;
I always, and still do, see Jesus as a great role model. Being humble and
serving without prejudice is a very gratifying way of living. I compared my level of happiness whenever I
would help people versus the times I thought of helping and I didn’t. I saw it as a challenge for making myself
noticed, and contributing to the world by sharing a moment with another person.
My high school was a Marianist Catholic high school. Every morning we would do prayer and in the
afternoon. Every month we’d had to
attend to mass in the auditorium. I got
to the point where I lost interest because for some reason I would always get
really sleepy. So I decided to lose
interest in religion and write on paper. I would listen to the sermon and the
reading before it, but other than that, I considered everything else stories. I would
write ideas and words I would catch from the readings. I would always find ways
to see the ideas in my everyday life.
Early on I learned that my main goal in life is to be happy. It was a challenge to find the connection with
everything I was doing, and making out how every particular thing would be of
use in my future. I got to the point where I was at peace and did not question
things; I took things for what they were, looking for solutions and not making
problems. I defined my happiness with the pursuit of knowledge and being able
to put it all to good use to help others.
I also learned to understand myself a lot better. I read segments of book called The Secret. Out of laziness, I asked a friend what it was
about and read more about it on the internet.
It talks about the forces of the universe, and how they act in our
everyday life. The book mentions a few
ways to make things that you want to happen really happen. It really worked. But after waiting for many
things that didn’t come, I concluded that this was all to say you make your own
luck. One has many opportunities to have everything they want in life.
For me, I wanted to stop clashing with what I felt life, or society, was
asking me to be. I felt so overwhelmed
because I saw myself as the star child in my family, the one that would go
farther than my other siblings. I really
did overestimate myself a lot. And writing my thoughts helped me put my feet on
the ground.
I guess this is all just to say that writing helped me a lot. My “dark
thoughts” were mostly thoughts of being superior to others. I very well defined
what my values were, and how I sought to implement them. To think I was capable
of doing everything, including crushing some people and having them suffer (not
big time things, but say not helping someone understand a subject). Something this simple made me feel so
powerful, and it got to the point that it really scared me. I never thought of
being someone that hurt others.
I understood very, very quickly I wasn’t a good poet, although I could
see the messages in what I wrote. It was
clear that I wanted a way out from everything; the daily routine, school work,
responsibilities, and growing up. I wanted to just give up at one point because
I couldn’t keep up with things, I was too busy try understanding things.
When I wrote, my thoughts and ideas were mostly of me being better than
others. Little by little I started questioning myself and at the same time
answering those same questions. As dark
as a thought you may have, I found a way to understand it. Writing is a pleasant way to getting to know yourself
better.
Here is a link on a video of an interview of the author of The Secret:
--https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qwZMVe2WVY
Here is a link for an audio of the book The Road Less Traveled: (in the first minutes of the audio the author talks about how he came to writing his book and what he hopes of it.
--https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBbJU4uPDeQ
Thank you Mr. Nicolás for spending time and putting effort in answering to my comment. I really did not expect for you to make even another post regarding my comment, but it is most appreciated. Keep up the good work!
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