Do we know when we should, or when to, show emotions? Any emotion: grief, dismay, heartbreak or happiness (or the interchangeability of the two). Does it show? Do we know jealousy, envy, or the depth of sadness that comes from depression.
Depression is not an emotion, but the result of having too many. Or not enough.
Emotions; conflicting emotions, the result of our eroding moral platform. Or worse.
Do we live the shame, or do we try not to show the pain?
The human condition: we all live with it but need to take more time to look beyond cultural stereotypes, public perception, morals and attitudes. We need to see what is there.
Most times it is hidden behind the facade of fashion or practicality.
The diversity of humanity is more than skin deep.Underneath it all is a heart that beats and a soul that demands observance.
Age and ages, scars and all; there are dimensions to discover.
Barely one week left to this month, but how many more will make up this winter?
Fortunate we were, for a couple of weeks, to experience the lighter side of the season. In Winnipeg, at least, there were successive days with temperatures hovering slightly above the freezing mark, some days with glorious sunshine and little wind.
February, for the most part, provided necessary reprieve from the bitter days, and bitter ways, of January’s misfortune.
We are our own grief, we fear our own fears, and we are the reason to rise above all that haunts us, tempts us, or hurts us. Nothing is inevitable. Anyone has a reason, excuse, or meaningful interpretation of their own perceptions or probabilities. Not everyone cares. What does it matter? You are accountable only to yourself.
