There is no even capacity
You're either more soul or intellectual
You have both, you just have an upper on one
No one had to tell me, but I'm more soul
I'm more crazy
Pushing the boundaries of my impulse's dissent
Who do you want to be
Who you are
Fine line that can be crossed with a single drink
As famously put, our Ego is the rider atop the brazen, bucking mustang we have called Id
Keep it in check, until the check becomes a problem
Then let loose
Here's Mr. Campbell with some more vivid imagery:
"Atonement consists in no more than the abandonment of that
self-generated double monster—the dragon thought to be God (superego)
and the dragon thought to be Sin (repressed id)"
And as Mr. Doyle says:
"When the superego’s judgment is no longer powerful enough to annihilate us and the id is accepted by the ego without fear, our wholeness is restored, our place in the cosmos is found, and we are free."
I've been riding my Id for a long time up until the beginning of January
And as Doyle puts it, you find wholeness when your ego accepts the id
While riding my id, I kept giving myself false acceptance
Acceptance that my ego would reluctantly take due to my id being out of control
Acceptance that my id would (gladly) take because it got to do what it wanted
Acceptance my superego never accepted,
a denial which led to hidden guilt
Only silver lining I could grab from all this was that since it came from me
Only I could fix it
I traded a bit more of my soul to my brain in exchange for stability
Still crazy as shit though, dont get me wrong
And stability doesn't come with airtight safety that makes you triple-guess everything
or
taking less chances because a risk's reward is still a risk's possession
No no..
Stability is thinking about everyone else
While I can confirm that I exist, I can't say that anything else really does
But just in case you are all real too,
we gotta share this space
Long as we know we don't truly own anything
My mustang can keep at rest
Later Days, Longer Nights
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