The Pudding Box

It can be difficult to grow and move past a way of thinking that we’ve been raised with or gained through another person’s actions upon us that caused some form of negative or maybe we could call it, a malnourished way of thinking. And when we encounter a society that has this preset form of characteristics and hallmarks of what a person is and what a person does the person is automatically placed into that and certain stigmas just fall into place and carried over into the rest of their lives.
But there is a way of getting out of this box there is a way out of a mode of thinking that we’ve been taught for generations. I don’t care about the box, I can’t care about the box. I’ve thought about the box too often. It’s the way of getting out of it that’s becoming more important. I’ve been taught about the box my whole life in religion, in society, in work, in education centers. What is important is seeing what is inside us even when we think no one else sees it, they possibly do. Because no matter what we hear it will not seep in because the filter of our hearts and minds are cluttered with brutal ideas and imaginations of what we believe about ourselves and what we’ve been taught about ourselves. This is the stupid box that we corral ourselves in to feel secure from the challenges of life we’ve been given. To mention The Doctor, we’re a planet of pudding brains.
We’ve been given life, breath, talents and abilities and a way of seeing something that no one else has. Regardless of what happens out there, outside of ourselves, what matters is what we allow to be inside of us, what we allow to come in. What we see, hear, feel, taste and smell will always come into our minds and bodies, it makes us aware of the situation but it does not make us a part of it, but that is not what we should be obsessed with. We’re obsessed with preludes and prequels and what ifs and possibilities. This way of thinking actually stifles us. What we should know is our freedom that we keep pressing back inside of ourselves. This is the key. What we allow to stay will either help us grow or foster and infest into a dirty filthy virus that will destroy us and seek to destroy others around us.
I slipped through the cracks of the education system. And society brands those who do as worthless and an annoyance upon society. We’re law breakers, mentally ill, sinful, deadbeats, addicts and whatever idiotic label they have. Unfortunately we’ve carried on that label because that’s what we do. As human beings we unconsciously carry what we know from others. We’re carriers of a label virus and we pass it onto those we can.
So how do we break this virus? This box? This is where it gets harder, and possibly the loneliest. This is a rite of passage that very few get to have, even the people who show themselves to be well kept.
Firstly, instead of seeing these labels and the situation we’re in or the mode of thinking we have to scare us as it rises inside of us which is set off by an outside circumstance, the circumstance is actually a scary passage through dark woods that calls out to us to go in, to see the treasures that are inside of you. But why is it scary? Because only the brave who didn’t know they were brave will rise to the challenge, only those with compassion who didn’t know they were compassionate will reach out. It’s a test and when it calls out to you, it believes in you.
Next way of breaking that box, that negative way of thinking, is to go into the situation and embrace. It is to lay yourself open to the possibility of falling. But that’s okay. Falling is part of nature, part of gravity in the world. Those we look down on you or try to discourage you with words only a pudding brain will think up seek only to destroy you and all you have to do is say no! I will not believe such insane lies about me! You can keep your measly stinking words to yourself pudding brain! No, don’t say that, that’s immature. We’d be just like them. And we’re in a rite of passage that very few have and partake of.
This is a start, a scary start. It’s where I am. Remember, there is hope and love and others out there who are going through the same thing. A band of brothers and sisters, a family.

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