I suppose for people being depressed by bad memories,
It'd be a help to keep in mind their good memories,
Worthy actions, deeds,
Moments of happiness, joy in life,
Easy they are forgotten at times,
Blending in, little notice taken for granted,
Whilst the bad come as a threat,
Demand brain space and attention.
. . .
Though I've spoken of it before,
I like reminding myself of it,
A coworker once gave me a smoky black quartz as a gift,
I think of it as amusing, and thought provoking,
My coworker said it would keep bad luck away, or attract it away from me into the crystal or something,
But the idea of bad situations being my own doing, was a fun thought,
Not 'quite true of course,
Bad and chances comes as it comes,
Argument 'against that being Stoicism,
How 'we respond, 'choose to feel,
Certainly there 'is a degree of control we have,
Should we keep our mindfulness up,
A degree of influence chosen 'perspectives have,
In enduring.
. . .
I recall an atheist once,
Working through Alcohol Anonymous's steps,
Got stuck up on the Deity part,
All I could encourage was he take his dreams, goals, people he loved, as his Deity,
His 'reason, utmost value.
. . .
I find that I hate evil fiction myself,
Tales of suffering, woe, humiliation, dehumanization, outside the norm, destruction, break of character, home, people, and right,
It. . .Fills me with an outrage,
Silly perhaps, fiction,
But fiction is oft meant 'to draw one in, give a 'view, a lie true illusion,
I don't think it's right to be materialized into print,
I don't think it's right to be materialized within people's minds.
Heh, thought police.
But I hardly think this unordinary of me.
And yet,
It's one of the causes of terror within me,
As a Nihilist, a Materialist, Atheist,
Seeing no safety net,
And 'anything possible, never safety, never justice, ahhh it's one of those days for me, seems,
Where I get a slight mood from some evil bit of fiction,
But why don't I just stop reading it, alas.
. . .
The Christian at least, can believe in some salvation after,
That one need not be rewarded on Earth,
But in a general sense of game theory,
No, rather rewarded by Truth, by a Righteous Life, in. . . as I said, salvation,
'Meaning, purpose, unending to endure.
Well, some theists. . .
. . .
Nor can I salve myself with rage and action against fiction's villains,
Besides their nonexistence,
Hatred 'itself, I view as a wrong,
Due to an ideal of 'saving/converting others. rather than destroying them,
Believing that people are never 'without good,
Though where came this belief in me?
It's not in my 'realistic view,
Rather I believe in nothing,
Yet 'yearn for something,
The mutability and lack of solid disorients me.
. . .
Ahh, it's one of those days,
But pass on, pass on,
So the ring says,
So memory, experience, endure till death, doing one's best,
Well, maybe not best, but hanging in.
