I finished this one with five drinks in me.
Love yourself.
Be kind.
no really be kind.
Each of you are worth at least a painting. Minimum a paragraph.
I challange each of you to pick a person on SP an post a paragraph about how improtant they are. I’ll go first.
HDS
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Soco: You are worth each day you work towards a better life and one more day sobor.
Rocketman: throw out your helium tank, you are needed to make this world better.
Cordless: one more day of music will save my life.
Awwww!
How sweet, and what a great idea.
I will start writing my three paragraphs and post it sometime over the weekend.
I’d post it now but I’ve already posted twice today and don’t want to push my luck. 🙂
You take requests? When I was young my grandfather used to tell me the story of gaius mucius. He was a Roman boy who’s city was being sieged. The attackers cut off the supply lines in and out of the city in order to starve the inhabitants. After a period of time a bunch of the city’s youth gathered and each volunteered to sneak into the Etruscan camp and murder the king. One boy, gaius mucius, was chosen to be the assassin. He snuck out of the city one night and made his way into the invaders camp. The soldiers were all drinking and having a good time so he passed through unnoticed. He eventually found the king and made his attempt but did not succeed as the king was surrounded by his men. When brought up before the king he acknowledged his failure and bravely proclaimed that his intent was to kill. That if he failed there would be 300 more behind him with the same tireless motive, stopping only until they succeeded. He then stuck his right hand into the fire in front of the king and said that to men of will there is no death. The king was taken back and let the boy go. In the morning the Etruscans had packed up and left.
I always liked hearing that story. Anyway, scaevola is Latin for left-handed so gaius mucius became gaius muscius scaevola. There is a flower with the same name (scaevola).
If you like you can paint it and dedicate it to everyone who has come and gone on SP
@fro-not-so-zen: Wow what an amazing story. I am not familiar with that flower at all. Possibly because it is a South Pacific breed. What an amazing plant. I downloaded some pics from the internet of the white beach variety of this species. Typically I paint pictures I take myself or other people take and post here. As a way of working through issues. I say issues because painting works out of my system the fear, anger and sadness that a childhood of systematic abuse instilled in me. I used to paint horrors. Draw horrors. As a way to show others how much I was hurting. How poisonous and toxic I felt I was for other people. Then I’d throw it away or tear it up or give it away. Mostly I just destroyed them though because I couldn’t stand what I had inside me and I couldn’t get it out of me no matter how much I painted and drank myself to death.
I don’t do that any longer though. I paint what I would like to be. Maybe someday I can be. A white beach flower. My color the reflection of the light on my blank canvass. A flower that has the ability to float for weeks on what essentially is a giant desert only to find refuge on some beach I’ve never been to. To take root and start a new life among people who don’t know the poison and toxicity that is inside me, that I carry with me daily.
So thank you for that story, and the beautiful flower suggestion. Yes I take requests. Especially requests that will help folks, including me, on this website walk forward another day. I’ll work on this over the next week and post it for everyone when it is done. To honor all the wonderful left handed people that are walking forward daily.
HDS
It’s up to you.
I’m sorry to hear about your troublesome childhood. Sometimes with the past you just have to allow yourself to say that was then and this is now. And leave the past where it is/was. Drawing/painting is cathartic in many forms I agree but I think it’s better to reach for new hopes and maybe impossible ideals than to drown in hate. Change does not come easy if at all but to me the honor is trying anyway in spite of an almost certain outcome/inescapable situation. Thats faith.
I like to think of it as finding the center. The universe is based on the circle and my opinion is that in the center is where you find God. Its like when youre riding a motorcycle. You have to feel the bike and you have to have that feeling of being focused and tuned in or else you screw up, do something stupid and crash. Its the same with dancing, music, working, lovemaking, and all the other things people do to fill their time in an expressive way. The center I mean is the “moment”, the present plane of existence where the gate, or more like vertex of time is 0. Think top of a hill, where speed is zero. Everyone has probably had that feeling at least once in their life where things were just connecting, almost effortlessly like it were natural.
Anyway thats enough from this certified nutter. The people here remind me of another flower though from another story by HG Wells. The short book he wrote called the time machine was set in the early 20th century and was about a man who invented a time machine, traveled 800,000 years into the future, then came back to tell his story. At this future point he visited there lived two humanoid species; the Eloi and the Morlocks. Since the book was written when wealthy capitalist owners were gaining power over labor it was exaggerated in the future. The Eloi were the upper-worlders who lived on the earths surface and their lives were filled laughing, smiling, flowers, and almost bereft of violence. The Morlocks lived underground where they toiled and worked the machines so that the Eloi could have clothes etc. When the time traveler first got there he assumed that the Eloi had enslaved the morlocks like capitalists exploiting laborers. But so far into the future he discovered humanity was on the wane after our “current” age of decadence and strife. The eloi were morons and the morlocks just evolved to eat the defenseless eloi at night. Humanity had its edge lost.
At some point in his journey he befriended one of the Eloi and while she was helping him find his machine she would playfully pick flowers and stick them in his pockets. When he returns to the current era, the flowers had traveled with him. They are decribed as a breed that does not exist currently but are beautiful. The book ends in this way:
“And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers-shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle-to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still live on in the heart of man.”
Wow fro-not-so-zen: that was amazing. Thank you for sharing that with me. We should talk more, I’m sorry I don’t chat with you more often. You have some really insightful things to say.
I loved this post, it made my night.
I was only able to list three people up there because I was about a six pack into the night and could barely type. There are dozens of people on this website that I could list that have helped me in some way. When I finish the white beach scaevola i’ll try to list more of you. I sort of cringed this morning because I only listed three people, I could go on for days about the folks here that have either directly helped me by emailing me or commenting or indirectly helped me by posting their struggles, music, writing and artwork.
Including Distant Road, who posted a beautiful picture of his canoe trip up in NY someplace. A picture that allowed me to surface from a fairly serious psychotic break with reality. Distant, if you are around or reading this, keep walking forward, you are important.
I think its a good idea to pick somebody on SP and say something special about them.
that is a good way to spread positive vibes and it ads to the community feeling of this forum.
good idea.
I’m beyond grateful to the many people I met since joining last year… I made a list of people who I’ve went on to getting to know a lot better since joining.. People who’ve helped me by listening, or my helping me with my stories, which was my way of coping with all of the thoughts and other bullshit:
Hazy, because this is your post, I’d like to mention you first.. Thank you for being there for me, mama bear.
Cordy
freeroma
ylem
suithebunny
gkks
Cold_Sleep
Soco
Procel
Darvin
Hiohneh
Take A Deep Breath
MoneyPenny
Trix
Tristeza
deadmanliving
Pretty Pandaren Princess
PhantomCitizen43
GT_Suicide6 :,(
Kupo45
Drowning
Forgotten
People I specifically remember:
beaubri
sportsnut
Copelessness
There are others who I’ve chatted with for so long, I don’t even remember their SP names… I thank you also. There are others I forgot to mention off of the top of my head as well. Thanks to you too…
I know how easy it is to feel like you don’t mean anything to anyone, and I feel bad that I don’t remember everyone that’s impacted me by name. You are all important, and are loved. I hope even the people here that I can’t speak to atm are doing okay as well… I was never good at giving advice or writing anything compelling.. I have tons of little quirks and issues I have to deal with, just as everyone else does, but you guys make it easier to get through the day.. Thanks again.
Thanks T. I am also grayeful to have known you guys. You became a special part in my
Life.
I take this opportunity to thank some of the wonderful people o have met and talked here.
Mindlessgamer619 such an awesome and unique man.
cold sleep a great guy with so many good things to say about him.
soco such a decent guy hope you enjoy your new car procel saw your goodbye post. Have a drink for me every once in a while
Distant road the very first who commented my posts hope you doing good.
Ant I miss you man.
HDS I still have your drawing and it is still my wallpaper.
Cordless you are a wonderful person of many talents.
I am sure I am forgetting someone and I apologize for that. It is good to know that you are not alone in this world. To have a place to vent. Thank you all so much! Take care!