What’s Worse… …???

Yesterday Evening, I Posed A Question On My Facebook Page.

I Felt It Was Pretty Cut And Dry.

“What‘s Worse…
…Feeling Like You‘re Betraying Someone You Love…
…Or, Knowing You‘re Betraying Your Own Heart???
Either Way, You Lose.
Right???
So, What’s Worse???”

And, Well,  Since I Didn‘t Get The Responses I Was Truly Hoping For, I‘ve Decided To Pose The Same Question To Y‘all.

I Really Do Wish To Know What People Think (((Sometimes))) And I Can‘t Think Of Anything I‘d Rather Have Answered.

So, What Do You Think, My Peeps???

WHAT‘S WORSE???

My Curiosity Abounds.

“One’s Heart Can’t Really Be In The Wrong Place…”

“…If It Were, You‘d Be Dead.”

—THE SPARK

-{(1990–Present)}-

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The Song Stuck In My Head: “DAMAGED PEOPLE” by DEPECHE MODE (2005)

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“We‘re Damaged People…

…Drawn Together…

…By Subtleties That We Are Not Aware Of…”

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“…Disturbed Souls…

…Playing Out Forever…

…These Games The We Once Thought We Would Be Scared Of…”

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“…When You‘re In My Arms…

…The World Makes Sense…

…There Is No Pretense…

…And You‘re Crying…

…When You‘re By My Side…

…There Is No Defense…

…I Forget To Sense…

…I‘m Dying…”

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“…We‘re Damaged People…

…Praying For Something…

…That Doesn‘t Come From Somewhere Deep Inside Us…”

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“…Depraved Souls…

…Trusting In The One Thing…

…The One Thing That This Life Has Not Denied Us…”

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“DAMAGED PEOPLE“

by DEPECHE MODE

…Is A Truly Skipped-Over AND Underrated Jam, My Peeps.

Truly AND Honestly.

It’s Very Odd.

It’s Very Quirky.

It’s Dark AND Brooding.

Yet, All The While, It Remains A Beautiful Song.

Period.

This Is Actually One Of My Favorite Songs From The Album “PLAYING THE ANGEL“…

…An Album Jammed With Favorites.

“PLAYING THE ANGEL” Was Released In 2005, With Most Reviews Saying This Particular Song Was One Of The Drags Of The Album.

People Just Didn’t Warm-Up-To-It Like I Sincerely Felt They Should.

Me?

I Loved The Entire Album, Including The  Song “DAMAGED PEOPLE“, And I’m Quite Unsure Just How Many Times I’ve Listened To It.

It’s A Song That Gets My Brain AND Heart Churning AND Burning Overtime.

At This Moment, This Song Is Locked Into My Mind.

I’ve Been Listening To It The Bulk Of The Morning, And That Sincerely Prompted This Post.

Honestly, I’m Not So Sure What To Say.

I Have Something Written On Paper, But I’m Slowly Realizing I Don’t Really Think I Should Say To Y’all Everything It Actually Says.

I Think I Made It TOOOOOO Personal.

Just Know This, My Peeps…

…I’m Dedicating This Post To Someone.

The Other Inspiration For This Bloggin’ing.

THE SPARK.

Everyone, Whom Works In A Creative Field, MUST Have A SPARK.

Period.

A Muse, If You Will.

Something/Someone That Inspires You.

Something/Someone That Makes You Want To Work.

Something/Someone That Brings You Great Joy In Life.

I Have One.

You (likely) Have One.

So, Tell Me, My Peeps…

…WHAT/WHO INSPIRES YOU???

WHAT/WHO MAKES YOU WANT TO WORK???

WHAT/WHO BRINGS YOU GREAT JOY IN LIFE???

Please Let Me Know, My Peeps.

To Say I’m Curious Is An Epic Understatement.

I Want To Know What Makes You Feel Like Doing This Kind Of Thing, Or Any Kind Of Thing, Regardless Of What It Is.

I Know What Makes Me Happy.

I Know What Makes Me Sad.

I Know What Inspires Me.

I Know What Makes Me Keep Coming Back For More.

So, What Does It For YOU, My Peeps???

Anything???

Anything At All???

There MUST Be SOMETHING???

Right???

RIGHT!!!

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“He Has The Right To Criticize Who Has The Heart To Help.” –ABRAHAM LINCOLN

-<(ABRAHAM LINCOLN)>-

((1809–1865))

-<(Our 16TH PRESIDENT Of The UNITED STATES Of AMERICA)>-

“The World Belongs To The Enthusiast…”

“…Who KEEPS His COOL.”

—WILLIAM McFEE

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This Quotation Is Dedicated To THE SPARK.

THE SPARK Who Keeps Me Grounded, By Constantly Reminding Me To Keep My Cool.

THE SPARK Also Knows When I Need To Be Built Up; To Allow My Head And Heart To Soar!

It’s Exceptional Advice, My Peeps.

Especially For Someone Like Myself Whom Always Seems To Leave His Cool In His Other Pants.

Life Is Loaded With Balance, IF One Is Lucky Enough To Find It.

Of Late, I Have Been So Lucky.

So Very, VERY Lucky.

Can Anyone Truly Ask For More?!

Nah.  I Didn’t Think So, Either.

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I Know I’ve Been A Reblog Whore Of Late, But I DO Have My Reasons…

…Mainly, I‘ve Been Out Living My Life.

And, Honestly, It Has Been WILD.

Not WILD As In “Exotic“…

…More Like “Chaotic“…’ish.

My Emotional Roller–Coaster Continues.

But, Without Some Of Those Emotional Lows, Would I Really Appreciate All Those Emotional Highs So So SO Keenly???

Doubtful.

Doubtful, Indeed.

I‘m Taking The Good With The Bad, But I‘m Content With The Give And Take.

It Seems Only Fair.

My Head And My Heart Have BOTH Been Working Overtime.

Often, They‘ve Been Working Said Overtime In Opposing Manners.

And, While There Are A Few Moments I‘ve Disliked, I Remain Happy.

That‘s The Primary Goal, Right?!

The Happiness?!

The Joy?!

The Good Stuff?!

That‘s The Game I‘m Playing, Right Now.

I Don‘t Really Know If I’m Winning Or Losing…

…But I FEEL Like I‘m Winning.

Maybe That‘s The Whole Point?!

Maybe?!

I Can Handle A“Maybe?!” Alllll Niiiiiiiiight Loooooooong!!!

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“The Virtues Of Men Are Of More Consequence To Society Than Their Abilities…”

“…And, For This Reason, The HEART Should Be Cultivated With More Assiduity Than The Head.”

—NOAH WEBSTER

((1758–1843))

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“Errors, Or Caprices Of The Temper, Can Be Pardoned AND Forgotten…”

“…But, A Cold, Deliberate Crime Of The Heart Is NOT To Be Washed Away.”

—THOMAS PAINE

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((PHILOSOPHER))

((WRITER))

((AUTHOR))

((PAMPHLETEER))

((REVOLUTIONARY))

((FOUNDING FATHER))

Doubt: How Would SHAKESPEARE Have Put It?!?

“Our Doubts Are Traitors, And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.“

—WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

((1564–1616))

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Yep.

That’s How.

And, He’s Exceptionally Correct.

As Humans, It’s A Given That Doubts Will Exist In The Minds AND Hearts Of Us All At Some Point.

I Feel I’ve Missed Out On A Lot In My Life Because Of My Personal Doubts.

At Times, Yes, They’ve Been An Asset.

I Can’t Deny That, And I Won’t Even Begin Trying To Do So.

BUT…

…Most Of The Time, They’ve Been The Furthest Thing From An Asset.

Potential Jobs…

…Potential Money…

…Potential Friends…

…Potential Lovers…

…Potential Sexual-Encounters…

…Etc Etc Etc…

…All Washed Away Because Of Untimely Doubts.

It’s Happened So Often, In Fact, I Often Feel As If My Doubts In Life Have RULED Said Life.

I’m Not Saying Having Doubts Are A Bad Thing.

I’m Just Saying I’ve Had More Than My Fair Share.

Sadly, FAIR And LIFE Hardly EVER Jive TOGETHER.

I’m Not Me Being A “Negative Nancy” Or Anything Of The Sort.

It’s Simply A Life-Fact.

PERIOD.

It’s At Times Like These That I Sincerely Wish I Had Faith To Fall-Back-On.

I Know People Of Faith Have Doubts, They’re Simply Of A Different Type.

Those Folks Feel Their Faith Is Something Like A Shield.

They Live, As I Believe, In A World Of Ignorant Bliss.

Regardless Of What Happens In Their Collective Worlds…

…They Always Have Their Imagined Fall-Back-Position.

“The Lord Shall Provide.”

Nonsense Like That.

I Simply Can’t Do It.

Someone Mentions Faith To Me, And I Either Want To Laugh At Them…

…Or Punch Them In Their “Lordly Provided” Jaw.

I’m Not A Violent Man.

At Lest…

…Not Outwardly.

On The Inside?

Well…

…I’m Not Going To Get Into What Sort Of Man I Am On The Inside.

I Don’t Need To Say It.

You Don’t Need To Hear It.

If You’ve Read Me Long Enough, You Already Know.

If You’ve NOT Read Me For Very Long…

…Well…

…I’ll Just Use The Term “Overly Aggressive” And Leave It Lie There.

My Point, Is That I Am Both Repulsed By Them…

…Just As I Am Envious Of Them.

But, I’d Rather Be Wracked With Doubt Than To Be A Devout Follower Of An Unprovable (by any stretch of it) “Truth”.

My Life Has Had Its Ups AND Downs.

Just Like The Rest Of You.

Except, At The End Of The Day, I Don’t Feel The Lifting Of The Doubts I’ve Suffered.

Quite The Contrary.

I’m Riddled With Doubts.

My Mind Is A Torrent.

My Heart Is Heavy.

My Life Is A Shambles.

My World Doesn’t Appreciate Me.

I Simply Am.

I Am Me.

I’m Still Here Because My Life Has Had Brief Intermissions.

Red Flags.

Moments That Tell Me…

“Dude, This Isn’t A Good Idea.”

“Dude, Your Thinking Is Muddled.”

“Dude, Do You Really Want To Eat That Microwave Burrito?”

“Dude, How Can You Ever Have Faith In Something You’ve Never Believed To Begin With??”

“Dude, Did You Just Grab My Ass???”

They’re All The Same.

Ideas…

…Thinking…

…Burritos…

…Faith…

…Ass-Grabbing…

…They’re ALL The Same.

At Least, I Think Of Them In The Same Breath.

The Worst Doubt Of All, However, Is The Doubt Of Oneself.

Of That, I Am Most Assuredly Guilty.

Sadly…

…I Don’t See That Changing Anytime Soon.

Actually, I Don’t See That EVER Changing.

Once The Doubts Enter The Mind…

…Once The Doubts Make A Happy (or unhappy) Home For Themselves…

…Honestly…

…You’re Fu*ked.

One Doubt Begets Another, Begets Another, Begets Another.

It Becomes A Viscous Cycle.

It’s An Endless Circle.

It Hits Once…

…And Then Shortly Thereafter It Hits Again.

You Begin To Question AND Doubt EVERYTHING.

Who Are Really Your Friends?

Who Are Those That Truly Love You?

Who Are Those You Can Honestly, Truly Trust?

Who The Hell Are YOU?

Who The Hell Am I?

Sadly (yet again)…

…One Never Truly Knows.

One Can’t Truly Know.

One Has No F-in’ Clue What Truly Is In The Heart, Or Mind, Of Another.

We See What They Present To Us.

We See What We THINK We See.

But, Is Any Of It Truly, Truly Honest AND Correct AND Sincere?

I Don’t Know.

I Just Know I’m Doubtful.

Extremely Doubtful.