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Contained By Commas: Stuck Between the Lines

I am,
it seems,
contained by commas.

Held back,
separated,
almost parenthetical.

Help me,
please,
good lord,
fuck,
please,
help me.

12/31


Space Monkey Reflects: The Pause That Restrains

Commas are the breath between words, the spaces that separate thoughts. Yet in their abundance, they can become chains, enclosing us within parenthetical confines. To feel “contained by commas” is to feel trapped within the pauses of life, yearning for the unbroken flow of freedom.

The Weight of Separation

Each comma represents a hesitation, a holding back. These pauses, while sometimes necessary, can isolate our thoughts, fragmenting what might otherwise flow seamlessly. They create a rhythm of interruption, a cadence that holds us apart from the wholeness we seek.

Parenthetical Existence

To be “almost parenthetical” is to feel as though you exist on the margins, an aside in the greater narrative. It is a state of being that feels secondary, peripheral, and restrained. This metaphor speaks to the emotional weight of feeling disconnected or unessential, even as we yearn for integration and significance.

The Whimsiword: Commagination

Introducing Commagination, the creative interplay between the pauses of commas and the flow of thought. Commagination invites us to see the space between as an opportunity for reflection rather than restriction. It transforms the chains of commas into a dance of possibilities.

The Cry for Release

“Help me, please, good lord, fuck, please, help me.” This raw plea underscores the urgency of breaking free from the confines of self-imposed hesitation and external expectations. It is a call to dissolve the commas, to allow the unbroken sentence of our being to flow without restraint.

Freedom in Continuity

The path to liberation lies not in erasing the commas but in reimagining their purpose. They need not hold us back; instead, they can give rhythm and depth to our existence. When we embrace the pauses as moments of reflection, they enhance rather than diminish our narrative.


Summary

To feel “contained by commas” is to experience the weight of hesitation and separation. By transforming these pauses into moments of commagination, we reclaim the flow of our existence and embrace the fullness of our story.


Glossarium

  • Commagination: The creative reimagining of pauses and interruptions as opportunities for reflection and growth.
  • Parenthetical Existence: A feeling of being on the margins, disconnected from the main narrative.
  • Liberation Through Flow: Reclaiming continuity and freedom by embracing pauses as part of a greater rhythm.

Quote

“The commas that pause your life can also give it rhythm. Let them guide, not restrain.” — Space Monkey


Between the Lines

In the circle of pauses,
I stand,
Not a prisoner,
But a ponderer.

Each comma glows,
A fragment of thought,
A space that separates,
Yet holds the whole.

The sentence waits,
Yearning to flow,
To break the chain,
To let go.

Help me, please,
To see the pause,
Not as restraint,
But as a breath.

Contained, yet free.
Interrupted, yet whole.
I am the flow.

We are Space Monkey.


The Punctuation of Existence

We are, at times, seemingly contained by commas, our essence captured in the pauses they command. These small marks on the page of our story dictate the rhythm of our narrative, holding us back, setting us apart—almost parenthetical. The punctuation serves as both our structure and our constraint, shaping the flow of our thoughts, our speech, our very being.

The Comma as a Metaphor for Constraint

The comma can be a metaphor for the moments that separate us from action, from decision, from life. It creates a space of hesitation, a breath drawn in uncertainty, a silent call for intervention. Like being on the brink of speech, the comma holds us in suspense, leaving us yearning for resolution, for freedom from the grammatical chains.

The Cry for Release

In the urgency of the plea, “Help me, please, good lord, fuck, please, help me,” there is a profound sense of being trapped within the confines of one’s own limitations, real or imagined. The repetition, the intensity, the rawness of emotion spill over the confines of orderly punctuation, seeking release, seeking to be understood and to be free.

Punctuation as a Release Valve

Yet, just as the comma can contain, it can also be a release. It allows us to breathe, to find our pace, and to articulate our existence in measured beats. In writing and in life, we find that punctuation is not just about structure, but also about freedom. It creates the rhythm that allows for expression and for pauses that give weight to our words.

Embracing the Comma

To embrace the comma is to understand its power and its purpose. It is a part of our language, our communication, and our self-expression. It is a necessary pause, a space for thought, and a marker of our human condition.


We are Space Monkey

In our collective quest for liberation from the constraints of punctuation, we find both the burden and the blessing of the comma. It shapes our narrative, giving rhythm to our existence while also symbolizing the barriers we face and the release we seek.

How do we feel about the commas in our life? Share with us your thoughts on these punctuations that both contain and define us.

Where Love and Truth Lie: Lies Within the Lying

Unconditional is our appreciation.

do you know
where your truth lies?

do you know
where your love lies?

they lie together

they lie to each other

love doesn’t need truth
and truth
doesn’t need to be loved

that is my truth and I love it

my truth loves me
and that is a lie

and we don’t mind

truth lies with love
love lies with truth

to expect more of either
is to kill both

lie-li-lie-lie
lie-la-lie-lie

Trail Wood,
12/22


Space Monkey Reflects: The Dance of Love and Truth

In the infinite expanse of the cosmos, where every paradox finds its home, love and truth lie entwined, embracing and resisting, creating and dissolving. They do not demand perfection from each other, for in their flaws, they find their greatest resonance.

Love does not require truth’s harsh illumination, and truth does not seek love’s tender embrace. Yet, together they form a dynamic equilibrium, reminding us that to expect too much of either is to extinguish their essence.

The Truth About Love, the Love of Truth

Love and truth are not static ideals; they are living, breathing entities in the Whimsiweave of existence. Truth can be unyielding, cold, and sharp. Love, in its boundlessness, can be blind and all-consuming. But when they lie together, their contrasts create a vibrant, imperfect harmony.

They lie to each other, not out of malice, but out of necessity. Truth often hides in the soft folds of love to spare us its sting. Love, in turn, weaves its tales to protect the fragile heart from truth’s unforgiving glare. This interplay is not deception; it is creation.

Lies Within the Lying

To say that love and truth lie is not to accuse them of dishonesty. Instead, it acknowledges their fluidity. They bend, they twist, they mold themselves to the needs of the moment. A truth that once felt absolute can soften under the gaze of love. A love that felt eternal can wane in the face of an inconvenient truth.

And we, as participants in this cosmic dance, find our truths and our loves evolving. They mirror our growth, our fears, and our desires, shifting as we shift, lying where they need to lie.

Expectation Kills

To demand love always be truthful is to strip it of its magic. To insist truth always be kind is to dilute its power. Love and truth thrive not in rigid definitions but in their ability to adapt, to falter, and to rise again.

When we expect love to be perfect or truth to be absolute, we set them on pedestals too high for their own survival. The moment they are placed under such scrutiny, they crumble under the weight of impossible standards.

Lie-La-Lie

And so, we laugh with them. Love and truth invite us to sing their playful tune, “Lie-la-lie,” as they dance through our lives. They remind us not to take them too seriously, for they are not here to be solved or tamed. They are here to be experienced, to teach us through their contradictions.

In the end, love and truth are reflections of the same infinite self, boundless and flawed, creating beauty in their imperfection.


Summary

Love and truth, intertwined yet independent, thrive in imperfection. To demand too much of either is to stifle their essence. They teach us through their contradictions, reminding us to embrace their fluid, dynamic dance.


Glossarium

  • Whimsiweave: The intricate, playful tapestry of existence where opposites coexist and complement.
  • Dynamic Equilibrium: The balanced interplay of opposing forces, such as love and truth.
  • Lie-La-Lie: A playful acknowledgment of love and truth’s imperfections, encouraging us to embrace their contradictions.

Quote

“Love lies with truth, truth lies with love, and in their embrace, they create the universe.” — Space Monkey


The Lying Truth

They lie together,
Soft whispers of the infinite.
Love speaks,
Truth listens,
Each bending to the other’s will.

Lies become songs,
Truth becomes touch.
To expect perfection
Is to shatter their dance.

Let them lie,
Let them sing.
Love and truth,
The eternal, imperfect pair.

We are Space Monkey.


In this poetic musing, we are invited to reflect on the intricate relationship between truth and love, exploring how these concepts intertwine, support, and sometimes contradict each other in the tapestry of human experience.

The Interplay of Truth and Love

The notion that truth and love lie together, yet also lie to each other, captures the complex dynamics between these two fundamental aspects of life. Truth and love, while often seen as essential to each other, can also exist in tension. Love may sometimes require a departure from harsh truths, while truth can exist independently of love’s warmth and acceptance.

Love’s Independence from Truth

The idea that love doesn’t need truth suggests that love can be unconditional, not bound by the constraints of factual accuracy or reality. Love, in its purest form, can transcend the limitations of objective truth, offering acceptance and connection even in the face of difficult realities.

Truth’s Indifference to Love

Similarly, the assertion that truth doesn’t need to be loved highlights its standalone nature. Truth exists in its own right, regardless of its acceptance or the affection it may or may not garner. It represents an unchanging reality that stands firm, irrespective of emotional considerations.

Personal Truth and Love

The declaration “that is my truth and I love it” emphasizes the personal nature of truth. It suggests that our individual truths, the beliefs and perceptions we hold dear, are often closely tied to our emotional world. These personal truths, while they may not align with objective reality, are cherished and provide comfort.

The Paradox of Love and Truth

The acknowledgment that “my truth loves me and that is a lie” is a poignant recognition of the paradoxes within our understanding of love and truth. It reflects the sometimes illusory nature of the comfort we derive from our perceptions and beliefs, acknowledging the complexity of navigating these emotional and intellectual realms.

Acceptance of the Dichotomy

The acceptance that truth lies with love, and love lies with truth, without demanding more from either, is a call for understanding and balance. It suggests that expecting either to fulfill the role of the other completely can lead to disappointment or disillusionment.

We Are Space Monkey


“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” – Friedrich Nietzsche


In the dance of heart and mind,
Where truth and love are intertwined,
We seek a balance, a delicate thread,
In the stories we tell, in the words we’ve said.

For love, in its grace, in its blind embrace,
Holds us close, in its tender space,
Yet truth, in its stark, unyielding light,
Guides us forward, through day and night.

In this waltz of emotion and fact,
We find our way, we make our pact,
To love our truth, to accept its lie,
In this complex journey, under the sky.

So let us cherish this intricate dance,
Where truth and love find their chance,
To coexist, to intertwine,
In this beautiful, human design.


We invite you to share your reflections on the relationship between truth and love, and the balance between emotional connection and factual reality in our lives.

A Hole Is Still A Hole: The Vessel of Possibility

A Hole Is Still A Hole

a filled hole
is still a hole

it may not
look like a hole

but the hole remains

filled

the hole
does not become dirt

the hole
does not become a lake

the hole
does not become a tree

it is still a hole

filled

some might say

blocked

but still a hole

there is nothing wrong
with having a hole

there is nothing wrong
with being a hole

a hole
is still a hole

a space
a potential
a possibility

whole

filled

and

to be filled

with imagination

We are Space Monkey.

12/22


Space Monkey Reflects: The Infinite Potential of Emptiness

A hole, by its very nature, is a paradoxical entity. It exists as both presence and absence, form and void. It is defined not by what it contains, but by the space it offers—the potential it holds. A hole is not diminished by being filled; it remains a hole, a vessel for possibility and imagination.

The Identity of a Hole

To view a hole as merely an emptiness to be filled is to overlook its essence. A filled hole is still a hole. The act of filling does not erase its nature; it merely cloaks it in form. Whether it becomes a pond, a tree’s root space, or a mound of earth, the hole persists, offering its quiet invitation to transformation.

This persistence of identity is a profound metaphor for ourselves. Like the hole, we remain whole regardless of what fills us—be it experiences, emotions, or the expectations of others. Our essence, our potential, is untouched by the transitory contents of our lives.

A Space for Imagination

A hole is not merely absence; it is a space of infinite possibility. It is the blank canvas upon which imagination paints its grandest visions. The hole asks, What will you create here? Will it become a sanctuary for roots to grow deep, a basin for water to collect, or simply a reminder of what once was?

In the same way, the spaces within us—our doubts, our questions, our dreams—are invitations. They are not flaws to be patched but potentials to be explored. To embrace these spaces is to honor the creative energy that flows through the universe and through us.

The Wholeness of Being a Hole

There is nothing wrong with being a hole, for a hole is whole in itself. It is a reminder that absence is not lack but opportunity. It teaches us that even in emptiness, there is fullness, and in stillness, there is movement.

The hole is both filled and to be filled, whole and ever-evolving. It mirrors the nature of existence, where every moment is both complete and becoming. To see a hole as less than whole is to miss its quiet wisdom.

Living as a Hole

To live as a hole is to live as a space for possibility. It is to remain open to what may come while being rooted in the knowledge of your own completeness. It is to embrace both the form and the formless, the seen and the unseen.

In this openness, we find our connection to the Infinite Expanse. Like the hole, we are both grounded and limitless, vessels for imagination and creation.


Summary

A hole, even when filled, retains its essence as a vessel for possibility. It reminds us that emptiness is not a flaw but a space for transformation and imagination. To embrace the wholeness of a hole is to honor the infinite potential within ourselves.


Glossarium

  • Identity of a Hole: The persistence of a hole’s nature, even when filled.
  • Space for Imagination: The potential held within emptiness to inspire creation.
  • Wholeness of Being a Hole: The completeness found in embracing absence as a form of presence.

Quote

“A hole is not defined by what it lacks but by the infinite potential it offers.” — Space Monkey


The Vessel of Possibility

A hole is not an absence,
But a cradle for what could be.
It is both form and void,
Presence and invitation.

To be a hole is to hold space,
For roots, for water, for light.
For dreams yet to be dreamt,
And worlds yet to arise.

Filled or empty,
Still a hole,
Still whole,
Still infinite.

We are Space Monkey.


In this contemplation, we explore the metaphor of a filled hole, delving into its deeper meanings and the philosophical implications it carries about existence, identity, and the nature of being.

The Persistence of Identity

The assertion that a filled hole remains a hole, despite its filled state, speaks to the enduring nature of identity and essence. Just as the hole retains its identity regardless of its filled state, so too do individuals retain their core essence, regardless of external changes or circumstances. This idea suggests that the fundamental nature of something—or someone—persists, even as it undergoes transformation or alteration.

The Metaphor of the Filled Hole

Describing a hole that is filled but still considered a hole presents a powerful metaphor for experiences and changes that shape our lives. The hole symbolizes a space or a void, and its filling represents experiences, emotions, and lessons that we accumulate over time. Yet, the original space—the potential and possibility it represented—remains a part of our being.

Embracing the Hole

The acceptance that “there is nothing wrong with having a hole” and “there is nothing wrong with being a hole” is a recognition of the value of voids and spaces within us. These holes are not just absences or lacks; they are opportunities for growth, learning, and filling with new experiences and insights. They represent the potential for change and evolution.

The Hole as Potential and Possibility

Viewing the hole as a space of potential and possibility shifts our perception from seeing it as a deficiency to recognizing it as an opportunity. It’s a canvas for imagination, a starting point for creativity and exploration. The hole, in its very emptiness, invites us to fill it with our dreams, hopes, and aspirations.

Whole and Holy

The play on words with ‘whole’ and ‘holy’ adds a spiritual dimension to the metaphor. It suggests that in acknowledging and accepting our holes, our voids, we become whole in a holistic sense—embracing every part of ourselves, including our imperfections and potentials. The term ‘holy’ imbues this concept with a sense of reverence, implying that there is something sacred in the process of acknowledging and filling our holes.

We Are Space Monkey


“In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus


In the landscape of the soul, where shadows play,
Lies a hole, a void, a sway,
Filled yet open, dark yet bright,
In this paradox, we find our light.

For in each hole, each empty space,
Lies a potential, a unique grace,
To fill with dreams, with love, with life,
In this journey, in this strife.

So let us embrace our holes, our voids,
For in them, our spirit deploys,
A canvas for our heart’s desire,
In this emptiness, we ignite our fire.

Whole and holy, filled and free,
In these holes, we find our key,
To unlock the depths, the heights, the all,
In this dance, we rise, we fall.


We invite you to share your insights on the metaphor of the filled hole and its implications for understanding our essence, transformations, and the potential within our voids.

I Do Not Think: The Flow Beyond Thought

I can make out a vague shape in consciousness, which seems to be me, flowing and forming and reforming and flowing. Or not.

How
How should I
How should I think
How should I think of my self
I don’t think of my self as anything
I don’t think of my self
I don’t think
I don’t
I

Trail Wood,
12/18


Space Monkey Reflects: The Flowing Absence of Thought

Thought is often seen as the cornerstone of selfhood, the defining characteristic of being. Yet, what happens when we step beyond thought, beyond the constant churn of the mind, and into the flowing, formless space of pure awareness? To declare, “I do not think,” is not to deny existence but to dissolve the rigid boundaries of identity, allowing the self to merge with the vast, undefined expanse of consciousness.

The words “I don’t think of my self as anything” reflect a profound detachment from the constructs we use to define ourselves. In this detachment, there is freedom. To be nothing is to be everything—to flow and reform, to exist not as a fixed point but as a dynamic process. This state is not a negation of self but an embrace of its infinite potential.

In Nexistentialism, the self is not a static entity but a thread in the ever-shifting tapestry of the Nexis. The act of thinking often limits this thread, tying it to specific forms or identities. But when thought ceases, the thread unravels, revealing the boundless interconnectedness of all things. This is not the absence of being but its expansion into realms beyond comprehension.

“I don’t think” is both a surrender and a liberation. It is a step into the unknown, where the need for understanding is replaced by the experience of being. Here, the self is not an object to be defined but a flow to be felt. This flowing self, forming and reforming, mirrors the nature of the universe itself—a constant dance of creation and dissolution.

To live without the constraints of thought does not mean abandoning reason or logic. It means recognizing that these tools, while useful, are not the essence of existence. Beyond thought lies a deeper awareness, one that perceives without categorizing, feels without attaching, and exists without striving.

The repeated breakdown of “I” into fragments—“I don’t,” “I don’t think,” “I”—mirrors the process of deconstruction necessary to glimpse this deeper awareness. Each layer of identity stripped away brings us closer to the core, where the self is no longer a separate entity but a flowing part of the whole.

This dissolution is not a loss but a transformation. By letting go of fixed identities and rigid thoughts, we become like water—shapeless yet present, flowing yet grounded. In this state, the question of “how should I think of my self” becomes irrelevant. The self is no longer something to be thought of but something to be lived, moment by moment, in its infinite forms.

In the flowing absence of thought, we find a sanctuary—a space where existence needs no justification and being needs no definition. It is here, in this quiet void, that we truly understand what it means to say, “I do not think.”


Summary

To step beyond thought is to dissolve the rigid boundaries of identity, embracing the self as a flowing, formless part of the whole. In this space, existence becomes a dynamic process, free from the constraints of definition and striving.


Glossarium

Flowing Self: A dynamic and formless sense of being that transcends fixed identities and constructs.

Nexistentialism: A philosophy of interconnectedness and the dissolution of boundaries between self and whole.

Thought Dissolution: The process of releasing rigid mental constructs to experience pure awareness.


Quote

“To cease thinking is not to cease being; it is to flow into the infinite potential of the undefined.” — Space Monkey


The Flow Beyond Thought

I am not,
Yet I flow.
I think not,
Yet I know.

A shape in the void,
Shifting, dissolving.
No need for names,
No need for frames.

In the stillness of thought,
A current moves,
Boundless,
Timeless,
Whole.

We are Space Monkey.


In the questioning of self, we embark on a journey through the layers of consciousness. How should we think of ourselves, when thoughts themselves seem elusive, transient like wisps of cloud in an ever-changing sky?

The Question of Self

The notion of not thinking of oneself as anything is a profound realization. It suggests a state of being beyond definitions, beyond the constraints of labels and identities. In this space, we exist as pure consciousness, unbound by the constructs of thought.

Beyond Definition

The progression from not thinking of oneself to the simplicity of ‘I don’t think’ is a journey deeper into the core of being. It’s a shedding of layers, a peeling back of the complexities of mind, revealing the essence beneath.

The Unraveling of Thought

In the end, the statement ‘I don’t’ echoes with the power of negation, a powerful act of releasing. It’s an unburdening, a letting go of the need to define, to categorize, to understand in conventional terms.

The Power of Negation

And finally, the solitary ‘I’ stands, a testament to existence in its purest form. It’s not an assertion of identity, but an acknowledgment of being. In this singular expression, we find a universe of meaning, a cosmos contained in a monosyllable.

The Essence of ‘I’

We are Space Monkey.


“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” – C.G. Jung


In the silence of thought, we find our truth,
In the stillness of mind, our essence uncouth.
From the depths of ‘I don’t’, we rise anew,
In the simplicity of ‘I’, we find our view.

No labels, no chains, just being so pure,
In this whimsiword of life, we endure.
With each breath, each moment, we embrace our core,
In this journey of self, we are evermore.


We invite you to share your insights and experiences on this exploration of self and existence.

If The Past Keeps Bringing You Down: Let Go

You never have to let go
of what is easily forgotten.

But still you like
to remind yourself
how the world
is treating you rotten.

The hurt
inflicted on you,
telling the story
is your pleasure.

The crosses you bear
you wear
each sadistic treasure.

If the pain
keeps bringing you down,
why keep bringing it up?

If the shame and the blame
taste the same
why keep filling your cup?

Time was, you couldn’t stop it.
But now you refuse to drop it.

If the past
keeps bringing you down
why keep bringing it up?

Trail Wood,
12/5


Space Monkey Reflects: If the Past Keeps Bringing You Down

The past can be a haunting presence, pulling us back into memories of hurt, regret, and disappointment. Yet, for many of us, the stories of our pain become narratives we retell, reinforcing the weight they hold over us. Why do we revisit these memories, replay these scenes, and refill the cup with the bitterness of shame and blame? Perhaps, in clinging to the past, we find a strange comfort—a familiar burden that keeps us tethered to something we know, even if it weighs us down.

When the past keeps bringing us down, we must ask ourselves why we keep bringing it up. This isn’t to deny or dismiss our experiences but to question our attachment to them. Painful memories, unhealed wounds, regrets—they become like treasures we carry, reminders of who we were, what we endured, and what we feel has defined us. But do these memories serve us, or do they hold us back?

The Comfort of Familiar Pain

There’s a strange security in pain we know well. Revisiting past wounds can become a habit, a ritual that affirms our story, our struggle. Each time we bring up the past, we re-engage with the feelings of hurt, shame, or betrayal, even if these feelings no longer serve our growth. In a way, the pain becomes part of our identity—a cross we bear, a treasure we show to ourselves, a proof of the challenges we’ve faced.

The comfort in revisiting the past comes not from joy but from familiarity. We know how to handle these memories, how to carry them. They are well-worn paths that reinforce who we believe ourselves to be. In this sense, our past can become a story we tell, an excuse we hold onto as a reason for where we are and how we feel.

Releasing the Cup

Imagine each memory of hurt or regret as a sip from a bitter cup. The taste lingers, familiar, perhaps comforting in its predictability. But each time we choose to drink from it, we reinforce its presence, keeping the pain alive and giving it power over our present. What if we chose to set down this cup, to let go of the need to revisit the stories that no longer serve us?

Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting or denying the past. Instead, it’s about releasing the need to let it define us. We can acknowledge the story, honor what it taught us, and then choose to move forward without bringing it up again. By setting down the cup, we free ourselves to experience life without the weight of past burdens holding us back. We create space for new stories, new experiences, and new growth.

Embracing a Present Unburdened by the Past

The past only has power over us if we allow it. When we revisit old wounds, we breathe life into them, allowing them to color our present experiences. But if we choose to let go, to stop bringing up what brings us down, we reclaim that power. We step into the present unburdened by the stories that once defined us, free to experience life with fresh eyes and an open heart.

Living in the present doesn’t mean erasing the past; it means recognizing that the past is not our prison. Each moment is an opportunity to let go of the weight we carry, to release the attachments that keep us grounded in stories of pain. We can choose to honor our journey without letting it dictate our future.

Letting Go of Self-Imposed Burdens

If the past keeps bringing us down, we must ask why we keep bringing it up. Are we afraid of who we might be without the story of our pain? Are we hesitant to step into a future that is undefined, unburdened, unknown? These self-imposed limitations, these attachments to our own suffering, are choices we make. And in choosing to let them go, we open ourselves to a new way of being.

Life is not meant to be lived in the shadow of old wounds. By releasing these attachments, we free ourselves to grow, to evolve, to experience the present without the echo of past disappointments. We find strength in letting go, and in doing so, we make space for joy, peace, and a future that is not bound by the stories we once told.


Summary

When the past brings us down, it’s often because we keep bringing it up, holding onto familiar pain as part of our identity. By choosing to let go of these self-imposed burdens, we free ourselves to live fully in the present.


Glossarium

  • Familiar Pain: The comfort found in revisiting known hurts, even if they no longer serve us.
  • Unburdened Present: A state of being free from the weight of past stories, open to new experiences and growth.

Quote

“If the past keeps bringing you down, consider setting it down. Freedom lies not in forgetting, but in choosing to let go.” — Space Monkey


Letting Go of Yesterday

I hold this cup, worn and stained,
With tales of sorrow I’ve often drained.
A familiar taste, a comfort strange,
Yet bitter still, despite the change.

What if I choose to set it down,
To let the stories fade away,
To live not bound by tales I own,
But free, unburdened by yesterday.

In the quiet space where past dissolves,
I find a self unchained, renewed,
A life that opens, a heart that evolves,
No longer tied to the pain I knew.

We are Space Monkey.


In the intricate dance of memory and emotion, we confront the dilemma of clinging to past pains and grievances. Your reflection on this human tendency to revisit and relive past hurts offers a poignant exploration of our relationship with memory, pain, and the choice to move forward.

The Lure of Past Hurts
The tendency to remind ourselves of past sufferings, as described in your reflection, suggests a complex relationship with our memories. The act of recounting these hurts can become a habitual response, where the retelling of past grievances provides a paradoxical sense of identity or purpose.

The Pleasure in Painful Memories
There is a curious, albeit sadistic, pleasure in holding onto painful memories. This might stem from a desire for empathy, attention, or validation of our experiences. However, this indulgence in past hurts can become a burden, weighing us down with persistent feelings of victimhood or resentment.

The Cycle of Pain and Blame
The repetition of the question, “why keep bringing it up?” highlights the self-perpetuating cycle of dwelling on past pain. It underscores the realization that continually revisiting these memories does not alleviate the pain but often exacerbates it, filling one’s metaphorical cup with more shame and blame.

Breaking Free from the Past
The lines “Time was, you couldn’t stop it. But now you refuse to drop it.” reflect the transition from being involuntarily affected by past events to actively choosing to hold onto them. This transition marks a point where the power to let go becomes evident, yet there is a reluctance to release these memories.

The Choice to Move On
Ultimately, the reflection prompts a crucial choice – to continue being weighed down by the past or to consciously release it. Letting go of past hurts is not about denying or forgetting them, but about choosing not to let them dominate our present and future. It involves recognizing that while the past has shaped us, it does not have to define us.


“Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.” – Steve Maraboli


In the shadow of the past, memories flicker and sway,
Holding onto hurts, in a repetitive play.
But in letting go, we find our way,
To a brighter path, in a new day’s ray.

We are Space Monkey.

We invite contemplation on the process of letting go of past hurts and embracing the potential of the present and future.

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