Our intrinsic jungle-bee's social refraction angle
The existence of a shrink in your life is bad enough not to experience anything more besides the demons in your head.
So, take my advice: only after having learnt to tame and deal with yourselves, only after having dealt with your wounds and your struggles and the salt you finally had the courage to place on the painful spots in the end made crusts from the little monsters in you, please engage in dwelling in the list of neverending worst-case-scenarios sorrounding us.
Seriously!
Is everything out there a danger lurching?
Or is it just a beautiful yet deranged imbalance pulling us together whenever we feel like flipping out or when the centrifugal forces within us strike like the worst storm? That is, is the danger outside us the reason why we need to temper the danger within us?
I would answer with an undisputed yes, but with the disclaimer: never understimate the danger within yourselves. It is the worst paparazzi we have us followed by. And it can take us the worst pictures ever!
The outside imbalace is the one that finally brings balance in ourselves. ONLY BY BEING ANIMALS IN THE FIRST PLACE, on which we gradually grow conscience-like features, WE CAN FINALLY BECOME HUMANS. And I don't wanna play smart here, but just read this again! And then just thoroughly think about it and if you don't believe me, try reverse psychology :)
When are we 100% animals?
When our buttons are pushed far beyond our socially declared limits of any kind and we find it useless to be diplomatic for any additional second.
When are we 100% humans?
When we forget to have full control over our soul (because we just started to be and feel physically alright) so it tends to get away, to slip from the cage we kept it into and suddently gives birth to the irrational feeling of caring :)
Now dare to say with me that it's not so bad after all being in our darkest depths an animal, as being an enough-animal ultimately stands for a more than human cause!
:P
When are we 100% animals?
When our buttons are pushed far beyond our socially declared limits of any kind and we find it useless to be diplomatic for any additional second.
When are we 100% humans?
When we forget to have full control over our soul (because we just started to be and feel physically alright) so it tends to get away, to slip from the cage we kept it into and suddently gives birth to the irrational feeling of caring :)
Now dare to say with me that it's not so bad after all being in our darkest depths an animal, as being an enough-animal ultimately stands for a more than human cause!
:P
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