My Bear
This was a thought spiral
My heart says to teach people the Earths language. Help them view the world as guided tools to help them. Not as facts. But as reflections of things they want to avoid. This is not for anyone to be right or wrong. The world is telling us what we need. The world is the internal us and we manipulate the base model to fit our inner reality. If people are past ur morals u do not have to align with them. That shows u where ur boundaries are. U do not have to accept them or what they have done. They are ur boundary markers. Nothing else. U are not the person next to yous problems. U are not the person next to yous ailments or discernment or disabilities. U are u. U are the universe. U are the planet u are the stars. And what I mean by that is it is all reflection. Even the hidden parts of the sky we are looking at but can not see. Even the ground we stand up with worlds under it we do not see. Everything is connected. Everything is a metaphor Everything can be applied to the lofe. If you can teach others how to do the same u will be abundant.
Start small. It doesn't have to be overnight. Just start realising the people around u are most definitely trying to Crack their code aswell. We do not have to align with them, right them, attack them, we can continue doing what we are doing through their fight until they see it works. And they will follow. Align with the earth and the stars (what u call the universe) and learn from it. Not people. People translate things in their own fashion. Even you. What is the world look like/telling you. That you dont align with. If you are constantky anger, finding anyway to blame others for your day. You may be looking in other peoples mirrors. It is time to turn around. The hand held mirror ur looking at is the reflection. Turn around. Go inside. Irself. Ask questions about yourself. Not others. Look at the earth around you, not the world not the people. The people are walking misinterpretation of your inner world. The more you try to look for pieces of yourself in others the more those pieces leave and spread. Now, u have this big beautiful puzzle with missing pieces. Its okay to customize your own puzzle to your like. U dont need a template of someone else that doesnt fit u, u dont need to argue with ai because it doesnt get you. You gwt you. You have the ability to think in a productive way. Less spiteful. Remember when we were all children and we could play and imagine the world with our friends and no one was stopping us cause we had no bounds of possibility. That's what I miss. That's why I want to be an equal to every person im talking too. Even children deserve to be matched with their imagination. Why bring the child to your veraion of events why dont we encourage creativity at any age. Creativity is what builds things. Not fighting, not war, not comparing yourself or fighting so hard for someone to be like u and like the same things you like and love the way you love and hate the way you hate. How selfish. I realised just how selfish I was being. I was holding onto the hot pan. I was refusing to let go cause I wanted people to see the burnt mess of a childs bear that lay at the bottom. I wanted people to view it, to talk about it, to analyze it. To awe at it. To wonder why, how, where, what, when, who. I wanted people to get mad with me. To blame with me. But the hole time im waiting for this line of people to look, to give their opinions, to give their aggitation. The pan has gotten so hot, my hand have blistered, and the one visibile childs bear is now ash, no longer visible as a bear that could have just ben taken out of the hot pot. I was left with a pot of ash and a burnt hand and an empty heart. Where is my bear?
Why is my bear now gone, why did no one take the bear out. I didnt know i could take the bear out and it disengaged. I panicked and I threw the pan, I pushed every single person out of the room and I locked it. And I exploded. Every galaxy, every constellation. Every ancient text, every generational burden, every ounce of pressure I held inside waiting for someone to just take the bear out of the pan and tell me to put it down. The pain, the abuse, the microexpressions. The body language, the anger, everything just exploded.
No one was coming to tell me to put it down, no one knew it was burning me. Everyone thought I was wearing protective gear when I was handling everything with kids gloves.
I look at my hands now, as everything in the room is destroyed. The pan still sits turned upside down on a corner beam, no longer hot. Embarrassed I get up from the floor to clean the mess I made. I cry as I pick up piece after piece, as I patch up the holes in the walls, most I dont even think are mine. I save the pan for last not wanting to face what caused this destruction, what caused me to have to rebuild so violently. Timidly I touch the pan and it is surprisingly cold to the touch. Picking up the upside down pan I see the bear, she is a little dirty, but she has a goofy smile on her face and she's ready for me to get her out of the dirty ash, she doesnt belong there. This time I will hold my bear and show people how beautiful she is and how special. Not how broken she is.