Positivity Press #4 – The hidden Path

Have you ever struggled with a situation where you didn’t know what to do, or you just didn’t see a way to make things work? In this post, you’ll learn about the hidden path that is always there and how to find it!

Often times, there just doesn’t seem to be a way to make things work out the way you want. When this happens, it doesn’t happen because you don’t have any options, it happens because you are not seeing the options. Thus, there is a hidden path.

Have you ever looked back on your life and thought, “wow” I never thought it would work out that way? The hidden path is like that. Things come together in ways we can’t always foresee or predict. Most of the time, there is a simple tweak that will change everything and make life so much better. The reason the path is usually hidden to us is because we see life through our own lenses, our unique perspective.

It’s hard to do, but we have to break out of our perspective sometimes. The universe has much to offer us in ways we cannot know. The trouble is that most people feel they need to know the “how” of things. You don’t always need to know how, you just need to believe and have faith. Having faith and believing in yourself is the key way to find the hidden paths in your life.

Open your mind and think about things differently. Escape your perspective and breakthrough your mental framework that is limiting you. Doing so while also believing in yourself will enable you to find the hidden paths. Our journey is unique and every situation is different, but almost every single time, there is a hidden path that is there for you when all the options you see are bleak.

Closing

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Poem #193

All of the greatest love stories
have miserable endings in life, movies
poems and theatres.
And why is that?

Because, just like on happiness, we’ve
placed burdens and shackles on love.
You have to do this and that and own
this and that to reach love but at the end
of the day this and that can’t even add up
to the immensity of the feeling that made people
cross every line for a moment with their
soulmate.

Poem #117

I act in a way you’ll never figure out
how much I messed up and how messed up
I am.

Can’t you see how sincere the smile on my face is?
Can’t you feel the sarcasm in the previous statement?
I preach the truth, but I am a lie, an illusion,
a stranger to my own heart, my existence is a
foreign body on this planet.

But I don’t want you to leave so you will never know,
I will never reveal the secrets sheltered under my skin.

Put your own oxygen mask

In the past few months my life went from comfortable to everything I thought it will never be. In just a few short months I got my Bachelor’s, got into grad school, dropped out, came home after three years of living alone and became a waitress collecting her tuition fee for a private university. That’s a lot to happen in a few months.

Since the day I started to realize I was unhappy about my life, while I was still at my university, I encountered a big problem I used to struggle with as a kid while my abusive father was living with us. My panic attacks were back. It was overwhelming. It was scary. It was also a big, fucking neon sign that said “GET OUT!”.

In these few months I realized the importance of one very simple sentence everyone heard if they were ever on a plane (I was actually never on a plane). The sentence goes: First put your own oxygen mask.

There is so much meaning in this sentence and I guess I, myself, had to go through a bunch of problems, get my panic attacks again to realize I have chosen to take that oxygen mask off and deprive myself of air for so long. I was completely neglecting myself just to make everyone else happy and maintain a certain image about myself because I thought and was taught all my life that I had to do everything to come off as a well put-together person. I was also taught that a university degree is the only road to success, that other peoples’ opinions matter the most etc. I was force fed a lot of bullshit through my life and I am here to tell you to slap that damn oxygen mask on your face.

Stop suffocating yourself and stop making yourself small in order to fit in with some worthless standards our societies and upbringing have made us follow. If you are not happy with yourself, not only are you hurting yourself but you are hurting the people who care about you. When you are in a bad place in your life for a longer period of time you can’t be the person, child, mother, sister, worker, friend, girlfriend, boyfriend that you actually want to be. If you don’t take care of yourself first, you won’t be able to take care of anyone else or make anyone else happy.

Also, if you sacrifice your happiness and wellbeing to make others happy and satisfied with time you will start to resent them and blame them for your own unhappiness. Let me just get this clear. It’s not their damn fault, it’s yours and you need to own up to your mistakes. It was your choice to sacrifice your mental health to make someone else happy. Don’t drown yourself in sorrow now – TAKE ACTION!

Get yourself out of that dark place, find your oxygen mask and put it on. It’s not selfish, it’s necessary. Make yourself the person you want to be so that you could be the person people you care about need. Put yourself first and, I can’t stress this out enough, that is not selfish. Your happiness and mental health are just as important as everyone else’s and it depends on you.

To repeat again (I feel like a parrot): First, put your own oxygen mask!

Poem #105

You power was to leave me speechless
and I never knew that could happen.
I write about pain and despair, it’s what
keeps my verses flowing but you came
and kissed all those words away.

Is this silence what happiness sounds like?
Winter air, smell of snow in the night,
your arms around me in an empty street.
I guess I need new words to describe this.

Poem #79

I feel like happiness is hidden
right in the depth of the sea
but I am such a lousy swimmer and
I have to dive out every now and then
just to catch some air.

That filthy air suffocates me, the
same air we all consume. It’s pressing
my lungs closer to my spine,
twisting my body in order to make
me fit in with the crowd. Maybe I
feel it killing me because I was meant
to stand out.

I just need that pearl hidden in the
depth of the sea. I need to hold my
breath and be resilient to the pain
to reach the bottom of this.

Poem #52

The beauty is washed away from her
face with every rain. Her years are hitting
the ground like leaves. She doesn’t have
any more springs and the sun isn’t
warming the hills of her body.

He is fading away with each sip from
that bottle. His youth is going away
with every cigarette he holds the way
he held her. His pillows are worn out
because he hugged them at night pretending
they were her.

They are walking a lonely road not realizing
it’s time to put pride to rest and wear out
their legs running back to each other
before the sun sets on the last opportunity
they have left for happiness.

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