But before I lay my own soul naked before my two readers...its much easier observing others and then taking an introspective look into myself. There are some things my own soul will hide from me if I don't provide a backdrop by which I gauge myself. For this reason, I shall digress for a couple of paragraphs before trying to dive into the deep waves of my unholy soul!
Currently, it seems that my life has been surrounded with people who are dealing with one sort of wound or another. Each seems to be so unique to who they are and each respond differently than one would expect. One cries while the another ignores while another pushes forward... each I see with a gaping wound in their soul that is bleeding and in some ways it seem that their own soul is gasping for air.
You see it right? That person who can't trust anymore because they've been cheated on.... the other who's been abused that believes that they don't deserve better but runs back to that abuser b/c that's all they've known, or others who justify the hurt and wound with their twisted logic somehow making the offender the victim.... each a sickness running deep that continues to shape their existing condition. Perhaps its so well hidden that they can't even see it themselves...its so deep inside of them that they have thought the person they are isn't still being dictated by these gaping wounds.
The analogy that I run to when I ponder these things is someone with a cancer, or a clot, or an infection.... each hurtful moment only creates a better environment for that sickness to grow... and it certainly does grow. We, as people, are like House and his team trying to be the best diagnostic soul doctors. We let the disease present itself, see if this medicine can cure it, or that medicine can heal it, and we move on trying to understand how the physiology of the soul effects the presentation of that particular disease.
Will continue later....just not at a place to bear my soul...how pathetic...I know!
