The Golden Rule (part too): Trusting The Process Into The Abstracting Art Of My Procrastination
Treat others as you would like to be treated.
The 'Golden Rule' is something I feel I will always decide to believe in and lately been having this epiphany spiraling off into me is this Dual Rule...
Now, if only I can 're-epiphanize' this well known and 'Golden Theory' into my eerie keep of poetic wonderings into the shallowly deep collection And Epiphanies...
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The best I can do is maybe (rephrase) and say to; 'treat yourself as you do everyone else (part too/two?')
Yeah...I guess that'll do... but most likely it won't even make the subtitle of this specific segment of poetic attempts in putting a little scheme of rhyme into my individual reason in everything.
It's no mystery to me that I have a hard time not committing self-crime. I'm not at all immune to the symptomatic signs of the self-pity paradigms.
So many times am I inline to a narrow perception of me (especially in memory. )
The parts of me I at first would think to not keep, the ones that cause me that 'shame sensation' about the 'name' I obey to.
That was my first step into the cosmic reality in the perception of kindly treating me.
To separate me from the identity of who I think myself to be.
Changing my thinking that randomly likes having me sinking (Psychologically speaking) synchronizing my past feelings into me presently.
How else could I be free from these other thoughts I often think are me?
Perception has been my key into this 'epiphanized' reality I've needed to open this door of understanding me more kindly. To see me in a better view, with eyes of love and a heart that's true.
I stand at this old door freshly painted sky-blue in-Lou for something new about you know who...
Now, to walk-through...
Once I do...
I find how easy it is to sink down and sync back into the old frequencies of those familiar energies about me negatively.
But if And when I spend just a little bit more time in being emotionally kind to these reoccurring memories. To compassionately remind me these feelings can easily be the judgmental receiving of others that's been consciously bleeding into the dye that's proceeding to be weaving into the fabricated of this identity of me presently.
With these is past moments InSync with my present energies in motion can be the opportunity for me to no longer dwell in the company of many emotional injuries. Choosing something new to currently feel about my yesterday's in more enlightening ways.
Now...here's that Ironic process into this abstract art of my Procrastination I've been talking about...
'It has become far too easy to become too forgiving, especially in some of these present-day versions of me, becoming complacent, lax-a-dazed, and seemingly stuck in my own ways.
These crimes against my present times are tightly rooted and deep like a weed disguised like a Palm tree.
You see, it's easy to deceive this self-kindness belief update as a virus causing me to become weak...
Is this just another adaptive trait from living by the ways that others often see as well as treat me?
Regardless...even if this is just an emotional virus. I can vaccinate or at least create a more prompt response to the Irresponsibility of me actually Procrastinating under the diagnosis of "Processing"
I'm updating this Golden rule (part too) into this 'epiphanized' version of me attempting to presently treat me as well as I do everyone else. Trying not to lose my Silver-lining in all this grey dismay and all its various shades.
Someday I'll be able to apply this 'epiphanized' perception with a much better grace, but today I'll respond in a timely and remain a kindly practice in balancing me and this epiphany upon this stealthily thin silver-lining. This skill will eventually thicken with a more alert stricken awareness about this 'self-kindness' process.
Simply quickening a response to attention when sitting in that trust of process confused.
I don't want to lose the natural and neutrally centered You I find my completion in becoming.
I won't give up...
I'll keep running through so as many hues and mixed values upon that greyscale that I often abstract in the art of my procrastination yet continue practicing a balancing reacting process and continue to produce progress.
