When your voice becomes weak, continue to speak
I know it’s getting low, and slow, a faint heartbeat
Please believe, you can be revived, God lives inside
So focus within, and louder and stronger you’ll stay alive
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Stress Defense Mechanisms
As with anything that I ever write, I say what I learn from experience.
And even though I don't consider myself to be a 'stressed out' person, in general, this year has thrown me the most 'stress-provoking' situations and circumstances. From losing too many people close to me than I ever thought was possible in one year, to beginning my second and last year at a JC and feeling the immense pressure of transferring on-time, to learning how to strengthen my mind & be independent and standing on my own two feet--let's just say I've been doing a lot of 'getting-out-of-my-comfort-zone' and understanding what it takes to really survive and get what you want and need in this world. This cold, cold world.
Whenever I'm going through any kind of stressful or painful time, I'm constantly aware the stages my mind goes through. Which is why I feel my consciousness is what made me to become a writer, it only makes sense.
But, I noticed the natural process of my mind, at least, is, when my brain becoming too congested and too much stress or pressure may be on me, it acts out a defense mechanism that reverts my mind back to my childhood. My mind will automatically bring me back to the 'little girl' dreams or fantasies or memories when we were kids. The innocent, untouched, pure dreams we envisioned when we were younger. The other day, I was sitting and reading a homework assignment for English class and, I honestly do love most of the readings, but this particular one was extremely bland; tasteless. I caught myself putting down my book and going to find my old 'junk box', and picking out my old Lizzie McGuire book. (Don't judge me). I smiled, reminiscing on the now, odd and funny idea that I used to literally be OBSESSED with Hilary Duff and her show when I was about-oh, 9 and 10 years old. I opened up and started reading--it was one of those play-by-play episode books--and remembering how much we used to love simple plot stories as young kids.
I guess when it really comes down to it, it's the natural simplicity we miss. The simplicity that we now have to create, as adults.
This whole process, I believe is our mind's defense mechanism to stress--sometimes we need to revert back to our childhood 'good ol' days' or call up our old best friend--it is for alleviation and relief. Like an Advil you pop, and everything seems a little better. I wonder if others experience this too.. it could be a survival tool. Maybe some don't utilize this tool and ignore or reject the natural instinct? Maybe not everyone really goes through this or is fully conscious to recognize their childhood desires or nostalgia? Could it be just me?
And even though I don't consider myself to be a 'stressed out' person, in general, this year has thrown me the most 'stress-provoking' situations and circumstances. From losing too many people close to me than I ever thought was possible in one year, to beginning my second and last year at a JC and feeling the immense pressure of transferring on-time, to learning how to strengthen my mind & be independent and standing on my own two feet--let's just say I've been doing a lot of 'getting-out-of-my-comfort-zone' and understanding what it takes to really survive and get what you want and need in this world. This cold, cold world.
Whenever I'm going through any kind of stressful or painful time, I'm constantly aware the stages my mind goes through. Which is why I feel my consciousness is what made me to become a writer, it only makes sense.
But, I noticed the natural process of my mind, at least, is, when my brain becoming too congested and too much stress or pressure may be on me, it acts out a defense mechanism that reverts my mind back to my childhood. My mind will automatically bring me back to the 'little girl' dreams or fantasies or memories when we were kids. The innocent, untouched, pure dreams we envisioned when we were younger. The other day, I was sitting and reading a homework assignment for English class and, I honestly do love most of the readings, but this particular one was extremely bland; tasteless. I caught myself putting down my book and going to find my old 'junk box', and picking out my old Lizzie McGuire book. (Don't judge me). I smiled, reminiscing on the now, odd and funny idea that I used to literally be OBSESSED with Hilary Duff and her show when I was about-oh, 9 and 10 years old. I opened up and started reading--it was one of those play-by-play episode books--and remembering how much we used to love simple plot stories as young kids.
I guess when it really comes down to it, it's the natural simplicity we miss. The simplicity that we now have to create, as adults.
This whole process, I believe is our mind's defense mechanism to stress--sometimes we need to revert back to our childhood 'good ol' days' or call up our old best friend--it is for alleviation and relief. Like an Advil you pop, and everything seems a little better. I wonder if others experience this too.. it could be a survival tool. Maybe some don't utilize this tool and ignore or reject the natural instinct? Maybe not everyone really goes through this or is fully conscious to recognize their childhood desires or nostalgia? Could it be just me?
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
HIP-HOP
"But once the man got to her, he altered the native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz"-Common/I Used to Love H.E.R
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz"-Common/I Used to Love H.E.R
Saturday, July 30, 2011
THIS IS ANTHEM.
Yo check this kid out, Anthem, he's got SERIOUS rapping skills! He definitely separates himself from the rest proving he can cover various topics with flexible flows in his songs & kill it! I like it :)
Listen to & DL "A Boy's Dreams" : http://soundcloud.com/amgesquires/a-boys-dream-2
Check out "God of Joy" on his Website: http://www.amgesquires.com/
Get Updated on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/iamanthem
Follow on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/AnthemEsq
One word: Dope!
Listen to & DL "A Boy's Dreams" : http://soundcloud.com/amgesquires/a-boys-dream-2
Check out "God of Joy" on his Website: http://www.amgesquires.com/
Get Updated on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/iamanthem
Follow on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/AnthemEsq
One word: Dope!
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Something
It's important to realize every individual was brought into this life equipped with different things, meant to do different things... So a person's purpose in life isn't always just one thing.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Odd Paradox That Crossed My Mind Today
Talent is like a disease. If it's caught early, there's a high chance of a successful outcome. If it's caught late, there's still the possibility of a successful turnout but the chances are way lower.
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