Bent and Broken

Ignorance is bliss, or so they say. I've always been against the idea. I feel that acceptance and confrontation make you stronger and help you move on, while ignorance is simply a sign of weakness.

After all, ignoring something just because it is difficult to admit makes you nothing more than weak, right? Does it change things if the confrontation will lead to deterioration rather than growth? Does it change things if the acceptance will snatch away all of the wonderful memories you like to reminisce upon every once in a while? Does it change things if it doesn't improve the present or the future but only eliminates the smiles of the past?

What if this will deplete all of the progress you have made recently and leave you backtracking rather than moving forward? What if this realization will only make all of this that much more difficult the next time around? What if this will change the way you look at the one person that matters? But most importantly, what if this will change the way you look at yourself because it will transform you into a hypocrite?

Ignoring certain conflicts doesn't necessarily signal weakness. It's all about choosing your battles. Fight for the things you believe in and as for the things that don't seem to be worth the consequences, just let them be. Every truth doesn't need to be vocalized, but know it in your heart and mind and act accordingly. Just because you choose not to act upon it doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Could ignorance really be bliss? Maybe. 

"Follow your bliss, and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls."

Yearning to Be Heard

Everything I write is just a fraction of the countless words that are constantly running through my head at any given moment. Sometimes, I wish I had all the time in the world just to release them in a more concrete way. Although writing is the most precise way for me to articulate myself, sometimes you have no other choice but to speak, vent even, and let others know how you feel.

When something is bothering me, when there is an issue or conflict, my first instinct is to talk about it. There is no other way to inform someone about how you feel than to simply tell them. That is also the only way to completely hear the acknowledge the other side, fix things, realize where you stand or even show effort. None of us are mind readers, so it's unfair to assume that any other person can know precisely what you think or how you feel and vice versa without any form of communication.

Agreed that sometimes people and situations need their time and space, too much time can be harmful. If you allow too much time to pass by, is there anything left to discuss? People say that time heals all wounds. Time allows you to move on and in some cases, it can create distance.

One of the main reasons that I have been able to keep up with this blog, other than my love and passion for writing and encouraging followers, is my inability to control my focus. If something is bothering me, it bothers me until I fix it. If there's something I need to say, I will butcher it in my head until I get the opportunity to unleash my words and liberate my thoughts.

Even though this trait usually leads to honesty and conflict resolution, it has a downfall. Communication is a two-way street. If I'm writing, it's so someone will read it. If I'm speaking, I need the other person to listen. Keeping my thoughts to myself isn't always an option but is necessary if others aren't willing to make an effort to hear me out. The frustration attained from the inability to express myself is indescribable. The extent of the distress is able to overpower my mind for days.

They say that actions speak louder than words. However, sometimes hearing what you least wanted to and speaking the most difficult words are necessary. Everything else leaves room for interpretation, room for the possibility that things could be different. And sometimes, the lack of actions speak even louder. The silence can sometimes be just as powerful as the words yearning to be heard.