The Painted Man ~ SwittersB
Fuzzy thinking in life. Few things seem certain at times. Memories of old…were they what I believe now? Glimpses of long ago are layers of impressions covering over myself. Some are good, some are not so good.
Layer upon layer seems to cloud an honest assessment of reality. The present is often met with borrowing from the old. Sometimes intuition tells you not to trust the old pathways. Too many mistakes. But, one can come to a stand still if that happens too often.
It helps to strip away some of those layers, to discard them. Like a remodel, the layers are peeled away and a foundation, the bones, are exposed with hopefully not too much damage.
Sometimes there is a charm to the old. But when the layers start to peel, bubble, lift…a little remodel is in order and a good thing. Positive energy and outcomes.
August 17, 2012 at 12:34 am
I find removing the layers or scabs too painful. But I suppose with a positive outlook sometimes the pain is bearable. And the remodel turns out okay.
August 17, 2012 at 12:39 am
Perhaps it is, past a certain point, ‘easier’ to trust in doing so. Impossible while still in pain or uncertainty. It is all non-exact, for me scary. Later, it seems easier, once the pain subsides, once the stomach settles, once the aches subside. ???
August 17, 2012 at 1:48 am
Perhaps someday