I’ve written a blog and it’s a metaphor for types of behaviour. I’m not trying to be pretentious I just wanted to write it how I saw it in my head…
…Sticks and stones may break my bones but your debris will never hurt me…
I always thought it was just me until I read an article recently on empathy and those described as empathetic.
Like most things in life it can be trained and learnt. You can become more empathetic. It helps build an understanding of others around you, emotional intelligence is an aspect of this. Being aware of your emotions, how they affect those around you. On the flip side how the emotions of others affect you and those around them.
What happens when you can’t control all of this. What if you sense things you shouldn’t. What happens when your emotions aren’t your own? We live in a world that is rarely silent. Noise pollution, light pollution and for some of us emotional pollution. Floods the senses constantly to become this wall of constant white noise.
The later is no ones fault. The 21st century is full of emotions. Since we don’t have to go out hunting in a large amount of the world our brains have grown and developed. Instincts that were attuned to keep us alive now help us navigate a different jungle. One of our own creation.
What does that mean for those of us who seem to be sponges absorbing the emotional debris from all the human beings spinning through their lives in this ever expanding universe?
Some take it all in and channel it back out in beautiful and creative ways. Some become entombed in a prison not of their making. Others learn to spin faster and deflect. Some end up like our neighbour the moon, forever imprinted and scared from the constant barrage as they try to form. This leaves them cold and desolate. Some are forgotten and sink into an abyss as the pressure mounts, becoming black holes, destroying all around then, sucking in unwilling or unsuspecting victims to their doom. Some slow down just enough to capture the debris and as they grow, the pressure mounts the light emitting brightens before they are born a star in their own right.
Each one unique created by different circumstances. The out comes may appear the same but the nature of their creation and how they came to being always differ.
Don’t despair, black holes, new born stars, nebulas and my range of heavenly bodies. You all have your purpose. Black holes are the ultimate enigma, the event horizon, no one ones what’s on the other side so people speculate. Stars shine bright but don’t get used to it, do we pray for the sun to come up everyday or do we take it for granted? Nebulas are beautiful to look at from a far, take a closer and you’ll see a complex formation held together in a fragile state.
Whatever you become it’s not fixed in stone. Just remember that there is one constant. Time.
I’m Jean-Junior Mayala and that’s the only thing that is definite, for now.