Journey Of The Liberated

There have been moments in my life that I wish I could remember. My early childhood memories are almost always delivered in the first person, which no doubt reveal that these segments are either from my fathers photography, or his keen interest in family video documenting. Despite these images being kept alive by photographs, they sporadically come to me mostly when experiencing the train ride home, as my eyes roll over each of Devon’s beautiful hill tops, I journey back to the people that I miss the most, or when I’m sat on a park bench enjoying a sandwich, and my one hours worth of free stolen thought. Pensive moments such as these, will always find me when I am alone, much like the inquisitive feather in Forest Gump, that signifies the beginning and end of his story. Like tears in rain the images are lost in my mind, however thanks to the sixth sense, that each of us have, those precious memories are there, and are as much a part of me, as the day I was fortunate enough to have ever experienced them at all.

We must declare ourselves, become known; allow the world to discover this subterranean life of ours which connects kings and farm boys, artists and clerks. Let them see that the important thing is not the object of love, but the emotion itself.
Gore Vidal

Like a herd of wild horses it races through all of us faster and stronger than any known substance to man. You cant touch it or have it measured, yet it governs everyone ever lucky enough to be blessed with a heart beat. Emotion is the sixth sense, when looking back on your life you remember how you felt when this or that happened; when they were born, or when they left you behind. Some of us are even lucky enough to keep the turbulent storm in check, knowing when not to cry, nevertheless it can be so power that even those with wills of hardened stone can, and will, be overcome by its awesome unforgiving strength.

The human race is divided. Not by the obvious choice of man and woman, but something far deeper that without even knowing can make you perform snap judgements, on complete strangers. The divide can cause misunderstanding and regret, it can bridge gaps between people that are otherwise so well matched, they should have been born with each other.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings – words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.
Stephen King

I feel that this is the right thing for us to do.

I think that this is the right thing for us to do.

Simply by reading those two sentences you will instantly be able to tell which side of the divide you reside. There are those that think all the time, they use knowledge and logic to decide almost all of their actions in life; analytical robotic types that more often than not find themselves being told, that they wish they were more in touch, with their feelings. Then there are the rest of us. Regrettably Most of us wish with all of our hearts that we could fall into the other side. It is however a wonderful thing to go with your gut and to do what you feel you should, or is right, but sometimes you are faced with decisions that require you to be those other people, knowing farewell that your feelings will find it hard to forgive you of the betrayal that you have made to them. Being in control of feelings is a sensible practice, but there is nothing more liberating than allowing yourself to give in to them, to indulge yourself to an internal journey that ultimately leads to knowing exactly who you are. Because lets face it, if you don’t listen to them and you choose to send them away from you, then you will be denied the most wonderful experience that being human has to offer, Gods perfect trump card that he showed you from a pack of woe, that makes the rest of those forsaken cards, worth it.

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11 responses to “Journey Of The Liberated

  1. There is a third way of thinking that unites logic with emotion:
    I know that this is the right thing for us to do.

  2. Love the last photo of the girl facing the ocean waves. I think she was feeling it. That’s a photo I would put on the wall if I had it. Or go out and do if I wan’t such a thinker and able to come up with so many ways to be injured.

  3. I love this. Beautifully written, and lovely photos.

  4. What do you mean when you say it “makes the rest of those forsaken cards, worth it”? What is the rhetoric here?

  5. This is a post I can relate with.
    I often get lost in the flurry of memories in the unlikeliest of times, and even trivial, unimportant details might trigger an image. Likewise, I’m guided by my feelings (or memories, in this case) in my actions, though at the end of the spectrum my stubbornness and logical side would likely take over. The inner debate over which way I’d go on happens in daily basis. Most of the time I’m following logic, but I wish I could be more carefree, simply doing what I feel I want to do. Moderation is the key. Like you said, you can’t control every single part of your life. There’s always moments, a game changing ones, that would turn your life upside down in minutes. When such things happen, remember that even the ugliest hand can bring out victory.

  6. MsGeeTx

    I think I am feeling that this is the right thing for us to do :-) …. this one made me think a little bit, I think.

  7. When the cards of ruin were dealt to me, I’ve never been able to keep the turbulent storm in check UNTIL I realized that I had become a total recluse waiting for my life to end. When that realization finally hit me, I realized that all I did was immerse myself in the emotions of the ruin, and was missing the vision that afforded me the truths about myself that I may have otherwise never known.

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  9. I have been browsing you blog site. You are a deep thinker and express yourself very well. I especially liked this post as it leads the reader to think about the dicotomy of thought and emotion. I like to remind myself that to live fully, emotion many times has to be forefront. I tend to be an analytic type but my lasting memories have always been times I let my emotions lead. Thanks for visiting my blog and liking my post. Betsy

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