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Rated: E · Prose · Self Help · #1926594
is this exactly how others see the concept of life?

The Trash Can of Life page 1

Looking through the challenges of life, it makes you realize
what could have been, and what you could have achieved.

Then realization comes to bare. That each and every one of us
is born with the disablement of disbelief. Allowing it to destroy
the very essence of our lives. It engrains low self esteem, low
self worth, and hampers our self confidence. Then it ensures
that the person we could have been will never be released,
nor our dreams ever attained.

We then find the trash can, shinning and gleaming, buried deep
within the darkest caverns of our thoughts, incarcerating the
secrets of our past lives. In Fear and trepidation we slowly
lift the lid of the can to reveal a mass of entwined ill thoughts,
under achievements, insults to our failings, that over time
have been deeply engrained and endorsed within our souls.

Daily we fight against the negative persona entrenched
in our lives, chocking and vomiting on reality as it convinces
us that we are not worthy of anything and that all we do
will fail. Swamping the heart and soul with contempt
and disbelief in the person we actually are.


(cont)
page2
We return to the trash can on numerous occasions to
bury more hurt, anger and frustration, intensifying and
compounding all the pain and failures of yester year.
Confirming the expectations of others that we will never
attain to there conformity of life.

As the trash can slowly simmers under the heat of hatred,
bubbling, fermenting and encompassing the destructive venom
of anger, frustration and torment. It begins to seep an
acrid corrosive acid deep within the veins of life. Destroying
with such a scorching heat and ferocity causing
incomprehensible pain and suffering.

Remember back to times past. As a child you were a care
free spirit. Your heart and mind blowing like a summer
breeze, full of warmth, compassion, joy and happiness,
Always moving, never settling, never conforming to the
restraints of others, just encircled by the beauty and
passion of free will.

Now take your trash can. Begin to empty it contents.
Face up to the ill thoughts, fears and pain of the past
that constantly manifest and condemns your spirit.

Take a stance as the trash can hungers for more and
encompass your true life. Bringing closure to the rotting,
festering and moulding actions of your emotions.


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page 3
Destroy the paralytic state of confusion, by rising up
and conquering each hurt, resentment and slanderous
accusation with the conviction of self belief.

Release the spirit of freedom buried deep within, by
kicking, smashing, buckling, and obliterating that
trash can. Mangle and flatten that can for one last
time and consign those injustices to the beyond, never
to enslave you again.

Expose the garbage of condemnation and failure, that
has haunted you by living of the lies and deceit buried
deep in the belly of life, and condemn it to the fiery
furnace of truth.

Be like the warrior, rising from the trenches. Take
the battle of life to your adversaries. Though your
frame be bent, twisted and contorted by the confliction
and weight of injustice, rise like the lion, stalking it
prey, slashing and tearing so deep into the deprivation
and despair that once held your mortal being. Devour
the impurities with a cleansed and pure heart.

For a time I was oblivious to my foe, and the destructive
nature of its course. With realization came a release
and I began to face my trash can, the hurt, misery and
torment my adversary once held.



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I have now slain the ghosts of the past, standing as
tall and firm as a mountain. My soul flies like a
bird to the highest heights of freedom, harnessing those
dreams of a pure heart forge from the furnace of truth.

Knowing I have been set free from all my fears never
to be entrapped or snared with the weight of despair, my
heart has healed and my spirit set free. I still carry the
scars of war with memories that will stay, remembering
those thought that once was, but with a knowledge
that the poison of injustice has been removed.

Freedom is now my bond, truth is my light. It shines with
such intensity, blinding my adversaries into confusion, so
never again will they be able to thwart the freedom and
achievements I have now found.

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