i used to
think a whole lot
about how to avoid all
pain, because nobody ever
truly wants to endure
suffering ,
bec-
ause
pain
feels
punish-
ing
and just
too
hard.
nowadays
i allow my eyes
to inform my
brain,
and my eyes
see
that
comfort
is an awful opioid
numbing
the
masses
to careless
contentment
with
detrimental
derivatives
of life.
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Doh! I was thinking recently of how I could be MORE comforting to others - and to self too maybe.
Well, in that sense...DO BE! LOL! But not the complacency kind-of comfort. Ah. The English language! 🤣 Thank you, Orchi, for reading and engaging...and yay...you are the first!!! 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛🦇
Someone once said to me pain reminds you, you are still alive and keeps you on your toes, comfort is a blanket that suffocates your defences and allows you to just exist not live, probably nothing to do with the write but that is what came to mind, enjoyed the read
Actually, it has much to do with the poem. Indeed, the wisdom of that saying breathes within the realization found in the poem. Comfort is a deadly opioid that truly keeps people below their potential and not really living. Indeed. And, it is deadly because as one grows more complacent in their comfort, the things that really matter to them start to erode...just as they start to erode. Kind of like Marty McFly in Back to the Future who could have easily stayed complacent in 1953, but would have ultimately lost himself there. Not a perfect metaphor perhaps, but any chance I can to get a good movie reference in! 🤣 Thank you so much for your thoughtful and astute engagement, my friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🦇🐦⬛🦇
You are very welcome
This speaks so much truth. The format I took at first as a tornado then a mushroom and finally it seemed smoke from an opium den. The message gets a here here from me as I watch so many settle into comfort and ignore what is important. A most poignant write Tristan
Indeed, thank you, my dear friend! I am glad the poem resonated! I was attempting a brain and stem winding its way to a detached spinal column, but what you saw actually works even better, so I'll claim all of it! 🤣 Thank you so much, Soren, for your deep and astute engagement and for always taking the time. Much appreciated, always, my dear friend and poet! 🖤🙏🌹🕯️
“ comfort
is an awful opioid
numbing”
Genius
Thank you, dear poet and friend! Glad the poem, and those lines in particular, delivered. Much appreciated as always! 🙏🖤🕯️🦇🐦⬛
So much pain and some of it so random, the intentional ones have very interesting barbs… I remember quite clearly how avoidance was a must; much like countermeasure flares in fighter jets. 🙏🏻🕊
Yes. Wow. The countermeasure flares image hit me deep—such a perfect way to describe the reflexive shielding we do to avoid pain. Some of us learn the maneuver early... some of us live by it. I’m honored this poem spoke to that place within. Thank you, as always, for reading with soul and insight, as always, dear friend and poet. 🖤🙏🕯️🕊
There’s more to “the flinch” when a hand is raised nearby… most will not understand and even find it funny but the story goes deep and wide. 🙏🏻🕊
Indeed. Thanks again for sharing, my friend!
The funny thing is the opioid doesn't solve the problem...it just puts it off until more drugs are needed..
Exactly! And how easy it is to become addicted and seek more of it. Oh, not to mention, the lengths we'll go to when we're jonesing! 😱 Thank you, as always, for your deep read and perceptive thoughts. 🖤🙏🕯️🦇🐦⬛🦇
I once read of a warrior from old Japan who was tortured, and didn't even blink an eye. I have no way (that I know of/am capable of presently) to verify if that is a true story. Let's imagine it is. Then, how on earth did he do that? The only answer I can come up with is that there was no one there to feel the pain.
🤯 Profound Moments with Multley. It's a thing! You've got me thinking on that one for sure. But yes, instantly I see that and concur. They transcend being even...and are elsewhere. The body and mind/soul detached, though not. Astral projection? 🤣 Okay, that may be carrying things too far...but seriously. That gives me plenty to think about. Thank you so much for your deep read and insightful engagement, my friend! Always appreciated! 🖤🙏🕯️🦉🐦⬛
You're welcome! Astral projection is an interesting thought. The way I see it is that the warrior was no longer identified with the body and thoughts/emotions. I'm just guessing tbh!
That's all we really can do. Fascinating poem and concept.
so very true - i agree with you
Thank you, my friend. I am glad the poem and its message resonated and rang true. Your time and thoughts are always appreciated! 💔🖤🩸🌒🥀
always ready to appreciate the beautiful words written
thanks for sharing - have another productive day
You too, my friend!
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