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Chimes of War
Dealing With Madness
I actually did this to see if I’d entered the HTML right before I posted ti officially somewhere else. What it is is my writing sumbission (in the form of a module) for the Bioware NWN writing contest. If any of you have NWN and would rate my module well, I would encourage you to go check it out! Have fun!
Wow, so much has happened since my last posts. Here’s the update:
I’m now living in Cedar City with my girlfriend, in a nice Condo at a nice price. There was so much stress in moving, and in the adjustment period of living with someone (arguments as expected) that I’m feeling emotionally numb again. I haven’t been taking care of myself like I want to, and I haven’t felt the happienss I possess.
The basic moral, though, is just to take care of yourself. As soon as I do that, devote myself to self-healing and cultivation, numbness just can’t hold on. It breaks off within about three days.
Summarizing the rest: applying for a job with the video game company BIOWARE, planning on attending University in the fall, saving up money, working full time. The end.
We all want the same thing from life, even if we all put it in different ways. Plain and simple, we all want to be happy (or at least know HOW to be happy. To elaborate on this point, what I mean is that not all of us want to be happy all the time. Goodness and progression and other things take away from undiluted happiness, but nonetheless, it is the core of our desire). So many scriptures support this. One of my favorite LDS scriptures puts it quite plainly. “Men are that they might have joy.”
So, to continue. I have a bit of basic advice right now that I feel like sharing.
First, respect yourself. Whatever that means to you is fine. For me, I had to break a pornography addiction. It was not something I felt was contributing to me, and succumbing to it meant giving into parts of myself I did not like. Overeating, slothfulness, etc., are all forms of a lack of self respect. Learn to love yourself enough that you’re willing to make sacrifices for your happiness.
Second, establish a healthy routine. You don’t have to have a structured life. I love sponteneity. However, at the same time, you have to have some form of routine to be sure you get the basic things done. Start your morning in a certain way. Give yourself time to prepare. I personally set aside three hours to wake up, go to the gym, do yoga, and read a fair amount. It helps me see things clearly, de-stress, improve myself, and then I have the rest of the day to handle things as they come. In this same subject are proper sleep and exercise. Treat your body well. You can’t be happy while your body is suffering.
Third, remember to enjoy life. There are reasons you are at your job. Focus on them. Remember why you took the job. If it is not enough, take steps to go further. Do things you enjoy. With things like video games or internet use, or even sexuality, don’t overuse them. The biggest flaw of gluttony (and not just in food) is that it drowns out enjoyment. We start doing things, not because we want to, but because we are used to doing them. Be aware of what makes you happy, and what doesn’t. Stop every once in a while to ask yourself “Is what I’m doing making me happy? What can I change? What do I want to change? Am I proud of myself right now? Is there a purpose to what I’m doing right now?” Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re enjoying something, just because it may be harder to stop or quit. Play video games, watch movies, do the things you enjoy, but at the same time, be aware of your own enjoyment. When you become tired, overstimulated, or frustrated, give yourself a break. Go do something else. Come back later. You’ll find you’ll enjoy it all ten times more, and will have a happier life.
Fourth, live for you. No one can tell you what your life should or shouldn’t be. Have your own ambitions, beliefs, and growth. Everything will happen for you in its own way and timing. Absolute truth is a naive concept. Everyone is different, so it makes perfect sense that some things will ring more true for certain people. Don’t live by other people’s expectations, and don’t try to live vicariously through others, either. Do your best for you. You can’t please everyone anyway, but if you work on yourself, you’d be surprised how, after time, people begin to accept that anyway. And then, at the very least, you know that when parents or friends are proud of you, they’re proud of YOU, and not just some illusion you’re wearing for their sake.
Five, stick with the things that make you happy. “By their fruits ye shall know them,” said Christ. If it makes you happy, truly happy, and you can honestly say that, stick with it. Don’t give up on an idea, or a feeling, or a person, just becomes there are difficulties or things don’t always seem “logical.” Even if you feel like people will think you’re weird for doing something like yoga, hell, do it anyway. If it makes you happy, don’t worry about those other things. Maybe people criticize you for your religion, your spiritual beliefs, or the way you choose to live your life. Don’t let your mind, your friends, your life’s pressures, deter you from happiness. In the end, this life is about you, and you should do what makes you happy.
I have a lot of strong personal beliefs. I will not do drugs. I avoid alcohol almost vehemently. I use caffeine sparingly. I’m vegetarian.
I have strong beliefs in Christ, and even in the LDS Church (despite my many frustrations with it), forms of taoism, and practices such as yoga and meditation.
I believe certain things are wrong. In my life, I could never “approve” hypersexuality, homosexuality, violent anger, drug abuse, or many other things. This is my world, however. If you choose differently than I do, and do things I would and could never do, I cannot approve of what you do. Luckily, it is not my place to do so to start with.
Loves, all. I have much more advice, but I’ll stop there for now. Have fun, and be happy, kay?
I’m using this time as a time to look back over the progress I’ve made. One year ago today, i would’ve still been with my ex-wife, in a period of argument and difficulty, co-dependent, not in loving but trying to be, forcing myself to try and want things I didn’t want, spiritually empty, slothful, addicted to porn, and so much more. Not everything was bad back then, mind. Still, it wasn’t very great.
Today I’m with a girl that I’m very much in love with. We both live independently, but want to be together. We don’t need each other, and that makes us want each other that much more. We argue sometimes, that’s true, but it honestly feels like we’re out of whatever period of argument we went through. I’m spiritually progressing more than I can say. I’ve stopped accepting things blindly. If I’m going ot know something, and do something, it’ll be for me. I’m not going to have a religion with my life lost somewhere inside. I will have my life with my religion as a wonderful part of it. Since one year ago, I have lost 14” on my waist, lost 70 pounds, gained muscle and tone, changed my lifestyle completely, and am now happy. In the last four months, I have looked up porn three times. I know, it’s not perfect. I still haven’t totally broken the addiction, but if any of you reading this are porn addicts (and are trying to break the habit), you know three times in four months is a hella good sign of progress. I’m active, adventurous, and have overcome a lot of my depression and hardship. One year. One single year, and this is how far I’ve come. I wonder where I’ll be one year from now?
Please know that this is not a way to rale
or tell you that I love you any less.
The only purpose of these verses is
to show, and plea for what I now confess.
You see a world without its shades of gray.
To you, its always dark or always light.
That you are wrong is not for me to say.
I only say, for me, this isn’t right.
And now I pierce my ear or stain my skin
and suddenly it means I have not tried.
I do not think that thinking is a sin,
or that goodness comes in only shirts and ties.
Perhaps the things I do are truly wrong,
but the God I know says purpose lies in joy.
I’m doing the best to be the man I am.
I cannot be a drone in God’s employ.
Please know I always want to make you proud,
I want to make you see how well you’ve done.
But it must be me, and not some mask I wear
for your joy in me to be joy in your son.
I’m sorry if these words don’t come out right.
I hope you see more fully what I’ve meant.
I’m still trying, striving for the light,
though I make mistakes for which I must repent.
I’m not perfect, and I know I never will be.
I’m trying my best, though I do slip, all the same.
I hope some day you’ll be truly proud of me.
Not for what I do, but for who I truly am.
Masochism is the mind trying to claim mastery over the struggling spirit.
Let me elaborate.
There is an internal trinity.
There is the body, the mind, and the spirit.
We see this same trinity elsewhere.
ChristÃ¢â‚¬â€the body, come to earth.
GodÃ¢â‚¬â€the mind, dictating our patterns and reasons.
The Holy GhostÃ¢â‚¬â€giving guidance and comfort.
And of course, theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re all connected.
The internal trinity is similar.
Masochism is a man riding a horse.
The part riding the horse is the mind.
The horse is the spirit.
And there is a man. A man beyond the horse
who has wounded him, startled him.
This, by theory of elimination, must be the body.
Or the flesh, to put it in a better, more suiting way.
The horse becomes startled. We realize very quickly what has happened,
and our few options.
The horse is going out of control.
Will it attack? Will it run away? We have very few options.
We must struggle with the horse, or run from it.
Masochism gives us option C.
The man on the horse takes out a gun.
The horse rears up, threatening to destroy the man outside.
To trample him.
The man on the horse is also in danger.
Danger of being thrown off, thrown away.
This man puts the gun to the back of the horses head.
And then itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s done, with a single shot.
The other man has taken some damage, too.
Damage in the struggle here, in this instant,
but it is the sort that will vanish in only a few days.
The horse is not quite so lucky.
The horse collapses.
He is not dead.
He is only wounded.
Bleeding just a little.
In a week.
But heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll recover if heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s tended to.
This is masochism.
The internal trinity is a reflection of that above.
Only that GodÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s masochism is a different sort.
Instead of shooting the horse,
he turns aside from the flesh of man.
The spirit tramples.
The body is destroyed.
Is there a deeper symbolism here?
I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know.
Is there more to think about?
Perhaps you have things.
I am just explaining.
Explaining how I am different.
How I am different from God.
I long to, though, let the spirit ride free,
let my body be shatteredÃ¢â‚¬â€the rest latched to the back of the horse.
And IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll strive to, as well.
Strive to cling to that horse, and not be trampledÃ¢â‚¬â€or startle it.
But for now, the horse lies dead out in a field.
I sit alone with my flesh and wonder at the deed.
Out there somewhere, the spirit still bleeds,
because the horse was perfect, and refused to yield.
Copyright © 2013 Rob Blair Writes