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Shrink Wrapped
Published 25th Dec 2021
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ERULGCT 120. Umanoid xx Some do Freud Jung RD Laing. Some don't. Some don't give a fuck. At end of day, life is just blah blah blah, don't you find?
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26th Dec 2021 00:56am
I found your musing rather beguiling in a nebulous sense of idiosyncrasy, and please allow me to elaborate, my poet. Be advised, first, life is about choices, and there are only two ways by the merit of the law and cohabitation in general we must follow and adhere too, the right choice or the wrong choice.
Now if you study either of those two Psychiatrists (Carl Jung and R.D Laing) and one Neurologist (Sigmund Freud) you mentioned above and the module of their psychoanalysis theories you will come unto the understanding, no one is perfect in any sense of or fostering a safe assurance in is normalcy. Not when the lines are drawn between sane, insane, or madness.
The objective of the mind is rhetorical in its sense of direction, it is everchanging in its credibility, or its lucid in its personification when interacting within society to function as being labeled by humanity’s standard. I cannot stress enough the hindering, or the self-deterrence we tend to brand ourselves, whereas, we shun our existence or the core of our mindset from civilization. Instead of embracing it we become complacent, a victim of our own standards in the stagnation of its growth.
Even in the mind’s sickness (Mental Illness) state of being most refuse to cry out for assistance, in regard to the abjuration we seek from others. Meaning, most must suffer in alone, in the dark, or in silence.
In the sensibility and adapting to that way of life, then that is where the stress inducers thrive to suppress our ability to function according, we are left with what I call the mind fragments, depression, anxiety, or any panic disorder.
I’ve learned a long time ago from my college day in studying the dynamics of mental health, and that creed for me is to live ‘your life’ to the fullest, what you cannot change about yourself today, then there is always tomorrow, and if by chance your eyes did not see that tomorrow, and least you would have loved, laughed, and lived in the moment in your own state of surviving.
One thing is for sure and that is death and taxes.
I really did enjoy responding to your musing
Merry Christmas to you and yours my poet
SKC
Now if you study either of those two Psychiatrists (Carl Jung and R.D Laing) and one Neurologist (Sigmund Freud) you mentioned above and the module of their psychoanalysis theories you will come unto the understanding, no one is perfect in any sense of or fostering a safe assurance in is normalcy. Not when the lines are drawn between sane, insane, or madness.
The objective of the mind is rhetorical in its sense of direction, it is everchanging in its credibility, or its lucid in its personification when interacting within society to function as being labeled by humanity’s standard. I cannot stress enough the hindering, or the self-deterrence we tend to brand ourselves, whereas, we shun our existence or the core of our mindset from civilization. Instead of embracing it we become complacent, a victim of our own standards in the stagnation of its growth.
Even in the mind’s sickness (Mental Illness) state of being most refuse to cry out for assistance, in regard to the abjuration we seek from others. Meaning, most must suffer in alone, in the dark, or in silence.
In the sensibility and adapting to that way of life, then that is where the stress inducers thrive to suppress our ability to function according, we are left with what I call the mind fragments, depression, anxiety, or any panic disorder.
I’ve learned a long time ago from my college day in studying the dynamics of mental health, and that creed for me is to live ‘your life’ to the fullest, what you cannot change about yourself today, then there is always tomorrow, and if by chance your eyes did not see that tomorrow, and least you would have loved, laughed, and lived in the moment in your own state of surviving.
One thing is for sure and that is death and taxes.
I really did enjoy responding to your musing
Merry Christmas to you and yours my poet
SKC
9th Jan 2022 10:11pm
