Learned helplessness.

I fall into the same disparaging trap you set yourself in the dead of night after the day sets on believing there is future to my dreams.

I learned from ashes a new life could be had, not this helplessness of yours holding back what would otherwise be, and so it becomes my prison too, far removed from you.

I am within you and you are within me.

The one in unrequited love is the fortunate one for he or she sees the raw beauty the other yet does not. We recognise ourselves in the other and the other in us.

Only when both parties are aligned in love for oneself unconditionally will redamancy triumph. We are connected in similarity, energised by our differences in willingness to let such stretch our imaginations toward possibilities.

The respect I have for you is not determined by the lack of respect you give me.

"Let go of anger," they say as I pace back and forth. The frustration in denying a fundamental element of human existence for behind that anger, you see, lay the tears. "Let go of anger," they say as their discomfort with facing their own sadness takes hold. Invite in that which we hate, embrace and love, correct a destructive mental state.

When dark turns to light.

What a strange sensation is to be turned inside out.

The transition from an illusory state of denial and repression to the surrealities of dreamlike existential days. The unreal is so familiar that when faced with the truth of it all the truth is hard to grasp as something real yet real it surely is.

On being loved conditionally.

When we begin life with a perception of not being loved unconditionally or not being important enough we can go through life testing other people's commitment, behaving in ways that may seem incongruent with a need to be loved and accepted as we are. A belief, known or unknown to us, that we have to prove ourselves worthy of love. If only we can get things right, be perfect enough we'll surely find what we need and want the most. Our skins may become thin to what we perceive as criticism whether such is the intent of the giver or not. Always in defence, hiding our vulnerabilities out of fear of being exposed as the unloveable, inadequate person we think we are. This, for anyone not understanding the dynamics of reenacting out our childhood, often alienates us from what we seek, inducing attack and abandonment instead.

We are the people who never quite seem at ease, never quite fit in, from all walks of life, there is no discrimination other than having parents or caregivers who for their own reasons from their own childhood have not been able to emotionally attach. Whilst some children will feel loved there can still be a sense of having to behave in ways other than feels natural to be accepted. The path of non-judgemental self discovery and care can become the parents we wish we'd had. Understanding leads to tolerance and compassion for oneself and others. 'It is not to see something first, but to establish solid connections between the previously known and the hitherto unknown that constitutes the essence of scientific discovery. It is this process of tying together which best promote true understanding and real progress.' Hans Selye. The Stress of Life.

Boundaries.

I hide from you when through your eyes I am hidden from view. My every step interpreted as a projection of you, I am lost, only finding myself in separation.

Respect will be the death of capitalism.

If everyone knew that to be loved and accepted is to be loved and accepted as we are without all the trappings of things money can buy capitalism would fall flat on its face in a heartbeat.