A Piece of Peace

Published December 11, 2011 by dranyamalyak

Peace is a universal state of mind that everyone thrives for. If your anything like me, you were (are) blinded by the standards of society of how one is suppose to achieve peace of mind- school, job, sex, money, etc. People try so hard to obtain these material objects thinking it will bring them happiness. I feel  a lot of people are disappointed when they realize it was all an illusion.

I can speak from personal experience. I came from a broken home and a dysfunctional upbringing (which is now in the process of being mended). Society told me if I go to school everything will be just fine. Well, it didn’t work out that way for me. Because I still felt ‘incomplete’ from my upbringing. Things needed to be fixed at home before I was able to let anything else bring me fulfillment. I couldn’t enjoy my upscale, luxurious school because I was too busy dwelling and focusing on the broken relationships I left behind back home. A night I would cry because I felt a big chunk of my heart was elsewhere. I desired my fathers approval, I tried so hard. When  going to college didn’t achieve it, I was heart broken.

One night I got sick of the tears and feeling miserable by myself, I decided to do something about it. I started a blog . Writing has always been my passion, and because I couldn’t find approval from my only parent, I looked for it elsewhere. The next night I wrote my first blog entry and made the bold decision to make it public. I posted the link on my facebook for the world to see on October 1st.

My blog has taught me a lot. It taught me communication is vital when trying to resolve any issue. That was a difficult concept to grasp. Communication was never a key element in my household.

Most importantly, it’s taught me that peace comes from within. Peace can only be found through your love and acceptance of yourself everyday. Society’s norms try to manipulate into thinking that you won’t or can’t be satisfied with your life until you do X, Y, and Z. Well, I’ve tried all the letters in the alphabet and found happiness in none.

I had to go back home, from the roots, and receive love and support from my father to be able to support and love myself appropriately and be comfortable with doing so.

My struggle with peace has made it clear to me how much everyone else struggles with finding comfort and solace with themselves. I was devastated to find out someone from my class committed suicide. I honestly cannot fathom or wrap my head around the idea of someone feeling that is there last option. Everyone struggles, and each struggle is different from one another. I hope it is comforting that we struggle together. We are young and learning, and my blog helps me tremendously with putting the pieces of peace together.

Home is truly were comfort should come from. Not everyone is lucky to have home be a comfort, and I was one of them for a long time. If you want and try hard enough for something, it is possible to achieve it. It all comes from within and how much you are willing to sacrifice. Diginity and pride aside, I’ve learned it’s all about compromise.

What I am okay with being blinded by is love. Love is nice, sincere, and giving. It seeks not to afflict pain or negative condemnation, but to lift in positively improve one another without reason. It seeks to selfless fulfill, and in turn is fulfilled by the fulfillment of others. Love is my piece of peace that makes sense to me and helps me sleep at night. That things can be done for the greater good without reason, but for the sake of doing so.

Killing You.

Published December 1, 2011 by dranyamalyak

I don’t know why he wanted me to help kill you. Maybe it was the way you disgustingly smacked your lips before you lectured him to take out the dog. Maybe it was the way you always put his socks in the left draw though you knew he liked them on the right. Or, Maybe, it was because you’re a straight up bitch. Either way, he was my friend and I’d do anything for him. Even kill you.

It doesn’t help that you caught me cheating on my wife. Normally if it was just any other slut I wouldn’t care. But this was no ordinary woman. This was a woman who was heir to millions. With her father’s unlikely business gamble to start a chain of candy shops, no one expected it to boom like it did. Guess in this cold world people need something sweet to hold them over. Or maybe everyone’s a fatass. I don’t know.

Regardless, I knew you hated me for it. Another reason you must die.

Everything you thought was important to you before planning a murder all of a sudden wasn’t- the dishes weren’t clean, dog wasn’t fed, and Lucy was late from work. None of this was a concern to me- just how and when you were going to die. Suffocation, perhaps? Slowly but surely I’d watch you struggle, beg and gasp for our life. The thought was sickeningly pleasing.

Personally, I would love to slice you apart, limb from limb. Dissect you like a science project. Inspect every inch of your vile being and feed you to my dog.

I  never thought I’d be capable of murder. To be honest I never crossed my mind until you asked me. Maybe you knew before I did how much I’d love it. At first, I thought you were joking. Then you gave me that cold, solid stare and I knew you were serious.

As I ate the usual shit dinner Lucy half assed, the more the thought of taking a life became more and more tempting. Doing something so taboo became a sick obsession. I even entertained the thought of it being a spiritual experience. A sacrifice. The greatest sacrifice I’d ever make.

Bag? Check. Mask? Check. Nails filed, hair clipped. No one would ever guess it was me. It was Greg’s idea, but I considered myself the true mastermind behind the operation.
I made my way over an abandoned shack where we planned to meet up; which was often overlooked and more of an eyesore.

As I arrived, I spotted his car and a comforting feeling overcame me. We were in this together. What I do without my best friend? I let the car idle as I collected my thoughts. Deep Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Ok. I’m ready to do this.

There was a stiffness in the atmosphere entering the rickety shack. Of course, considering the circumstances. To be expected. But as I took the first few steps in, there was change of energy. It became eery and lonesome. Not only do you forget everything you once cared about, you forget about the living. You become consumed by the dead. Fascinated with the after life, living just isn’t important anymore when you can so easily take somebody else’s.

I was became anxious when Greg wasn’t were he said he was going to be. I assumed he was patrolling the perimeters, making sure were safe.
Around the corner someone approached. They were light steps, unusual from Greg’s heavy heel. Again, I waited before making any sudden moves.

Before I knew it, I was ambushed. Pinned and strangled, I struggled to grasp the situation as my eyes blurred.I twisted and snarled, finally realizing it was Greg holding me. As I focused I felt something hard and cold on my temple. A Gun. I looked up. It was Lucy.

“Maybe you’ll regret cheating on me now, fucker.” Dead.

Compromising with God

Published November 26, 2011 by dranyamalyak

Canine
Canine to Canine
Eye to Eye
You aim for my Throat
I aim for your Heart
Which would be more effective
at Falling Apart?
A Bloody Battle
that No One Wins-
This Game of Sins.

Balance
Have You ever wondered Where the Water Flows?
in the Hands of the Father
for He only Knows
Where the Water goes..

Day and Age
In this Day and Age
of war and rage
I Walk through the Maze-
a Foggy Haze;
of yes and no
stop and go
No Time To-
Slow My Roll.
Fear catches up to me
before I can See
I ask myself-
If I can really afford this burden
a Warden
of my own
Soul.
Here to make myself
whole.
A scary place
My Mind can be
The Uncharted Territories
of
Me.

Cocktail
Cocktail in the morning
Cocktail in the evening
oh, they’re so pleasin
keep em comin, double em up
tryna find myself
outta this rut.
Brain Slow, Brain Slow,
can’t keep up with
the roll.
I’m Sinkin, I’m Sinkin
deeper I go, into the
Rabbit Hole.
Here I tumble, Here I stroll..
Floatin on a cloud with the Queen,
Another cocktail, please.

Bombs
Bombs of Love
Bombs of Hate
Which is Greater
Determines Our Fate
this burden, this boulder
sitting on my shoulder
whispering sweet lies,
drips like honey
“Eyes on the Money!”
But I cannot follow
Two Gods
Cause there is only
One.

A Collection

Published November 10, 2011 by dranyamalyak

Now, it came to pass that this soul yearned and yearned to know itself.
And so great was its yearning that I one day said,
“Do you know, Little One, what you must do to satisfy this yearning of yours?”
“Oh, what, God? I’ll do anything!” The little soul said.
“You must separate yourself from the rest of us,” I answered,
“and then you must call upon yourself in the darkness.”
-A Conversation With God, Neale Walsch
——————————————

A Collection

Power
You have all the power
feeble peasant, merciful at your whim
Fragile.
Once again your power has made a fool out of me
For I am so little-
little hands, little body, little money.
What Is Not So Little
is my Voice.
In fact, it is powerful than most.
One Day, with my little hands
and little body
I will use my voice
to make the little people
powerful.

Awkward
Did I
look at You the right way?
Did I
make You feel like you mattered?
I just embarrassed myself
in front of everyone.
Anger.
Do you
think I’m a loser now?
Grace is overrated
Anyways.
Someone once said,
“To life live is to change,
to live a well life is to change often.”
Well
as I see it
without Awkwardness
People are Comfortable
and with comfort
They don’t
Change.

Change
How I crave You-
in my life
and my pocket.
I’m sick of
this same old shit.
Humming Harp,
don’t you have something
new to play?
Every time I look for You
you’re just turning the corner
this cat and mouse chase
of where I am
and where I am suppose to be
is exhausting.
turning me into something
I’m Not.

Patience
is a Virtue
in this world
of instant gratification
You
Do
Not
Come.
Patience-
what is needed
so
I will wait.

Flow
it comes, it goes
I got to say,
I’m here to stay
cuz I know the way
to get you in my hands,
tho you slip like sand.
But
You are the seed
to the tree
that sets me free
to Succeed.

Secrets
They creep, the crawl
bite and bark
rip and snarl
suffocation.
They manifested
making me
comfortably numb.
These Secrets
they Know me.
taunting, manipulating
keeping me crawling back for more
a sick addiction,
an all consuming,
Isolation.

Split
like a Molecule
but that’s just
Not Possible.
If a Molecule
Could Split
surely it would cause
Mass Chaos and
Destruction.
All That We Know
Has Been A Lie.
Now Things Are
Splitting, Splintering
Piercing Our Souls.
With The Magnificent
Force
That Is The Great Molecule.
Fear.
Everything Is Falling Apart
Or
Everything Is Falling
Together.

Fear, Faith, and Fantasy (Pt.2)

Published November 4, 2011 by dranyamalyak

The anxiety was overwhelming. Was this, finally, actually, happening?

After all the subliminal messages, the music, the brainwashing, the arguing-
and we hadn’t even met.
I felt compelled by something that didn’t even exist. I guess that’s what they call belief.

The sexual tension was out of control. Or, maybe, too in control.
He’s seen me naked. He saw me at my most vulnerable.
When I was brainwashed, I was trained to obey his voice above all.
He made me feel so good. He made me feel so dirty. Most of all, he made me so angry.

How dare he think it was ok to virtually kidnap me?
Chain and restrain me. Took my clothes. Took my dignity.
Took my blood and forced drugs into my veins.
Like I was your property. Your own fucked up experiment.

Tortured and tormented, I screamed. I screamed to God, to my Mother, to you.
You were no where to be found.

I finally had it that night, that night that seems so far away.
I called out to you for help-
to be saved from the nightmare that had become my paradoxical life.
You answered, to my relief.
You gave the word: Runaway.

My life is a war, and everyday is a battle I must win.

Everything rational and logical told me no.
Stay. Don’t Do It. Be Scared. Fear.
He’s hurt you once, he will hurt you again. He can’t be trusted.

Though this is true, my heart spoke differently. Softly, soothingly.
My heart has always been the most protected and consoled part of my being-
what I put all my faith into.
It hasn’t failed me, yet. Despite the taunting of reality, I followed my heart.

To look as desperate as my act of rebellion, I washed all my make up off.
I stared back at the cold gaze that was reflected in the mirror. What have I become?

Heart Of An Assassin.

Quickly I grabbed my coat and bag- I was gone.

Walking around and off campus felt so surreal. This was no longer my life.
All the college students stared. I gave up on being accepted. I am a peculiar breed.
Everyone knows who I am, but no one know anything about me.
Only that I wish to display.

Rejection filled me for a split second-
No one liked me. No one understands me. No one would believe me.
As quickly as rejection made itself present, it disappeared.
I had better things to worry about.

Eventually I found myself walking down the main road.
It was like I had no control of my feet; my feet controlled me.
I was consumed by my suspension of reality.
My parallel universe was more vivid and interesting than these dark and vicious streets.
My feet remained grounded and firm, determined to march on.
I guess that’s what 35 hours of sleep deprivation does to you.

It was pitch black, and only a quarter to seven.
As I took a haul of my cigarette, I wondered how long I’d be outside
in this bone-chilling cold. I didn’t care.
All I cared about was what you had to say.
So I waited.

Fear, Faith, and Fantasy (Pt.1)

Published October 20, 2011 by dranyamalyak

As I step out of the shower, I take deep breathes. In, out. In, out.
Exhale. I reliquish all the stress that accumulated throughout the day.

Nothing that relevant to me, but things that don’t seem to slip my mind:
The too long of eye contact I had with that kid earlier-
There must be something beneath the surface.
Why did those girls flip their hair and look away?
They hate me.
Did that professor really think it was necessary to dock those two points for THAT?
He must be intimidated by me.
Why do people always seem to be staring?
Am I paranoid or self absorbed?

Maybe both.

I agree to disagree with myself and carry on. I’m paranoid. I’m insane. My judgment cannot be accurate.

Drake Pandora station is still playing. I forgot I left it on.
I recognize the beat, tune, and lyrics of the songs. But, something is off. Something Is Not Right.
The lyrics- they just don’t make sense. Wait- Are the going along with what I am doing? At first, panic strikes.
What the fuck is going on?

Like a sudden crash on the shore I am calm. For some reason, this makes sense to me.
I make no attempt to question my situation.
Nonchalantly as if this was an ordinary day, I carry on with what I was doing.
A celebrity would tap into my computer and manipulate my Pandora station and sing just to me.
Yes, perfect sense.

I guess I am paranoid and self absorbed.

Oh well.

I let Drake and his gang of seductive, sexy, and talented voices control my thoughts and fluctuate my heart. I give into the beat, as much as I try to resist.  His words are just too powerful. I fall into temptation. I fight back and forth with them, wanting to believe but my skepticism holding me back. Alas, the heart vs. brain battle ceases as I find myself pouring my soul out to an invisible audience.

Musicians have always been the only ones that ever understood me.

How easily I succumb into a puddle of emotion.
How foolishly I let them play me like an instrument.
I find myself in Narnia; believing. Believing all my fantasies are real life.

A Suspension Of Reality. A Suspension Of Disbelief.
Soon, I am shirtless and dreamy, floating on my cloud.

Reality hits hard. What am I doing?

The same and ruthless thought returns as I can always count on it to:

There Is Something Wrong With Me.

War wages within me. Slowly but surely the battle cries infest my mind, dictating my every move. Battles rage throughout my insides as I plea with my sanity. When at war with yourself keep in mind: You don’t make it out alive. I torture myself until my body surrenders and I give into the unrelenting voice that mocks me;

I. Do. Not. Belong.

I welcome the state of madness before it has a chance to knock on my door.

I slam, I scream, I throw things, I am everything I despise.

Uncontrollable Mania.

Do You Have A Soul?

Published October 13, 2011 by dranyamalyak

Writer’s Note: When reading this, please keep in mind that I’ve come from nothing. No one is able to provide happiness for me, so I have to create it myself. The purpose of this blog is to give you hope on your darkest days. You are loved even when you feel like your not. Know why? Because you love yourself. If you don’t, I hope this blog will help you to.

SOUL: (n) The spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
SYNONYMS: spirit/mind/psyche/heart/ghost

The first evident use of the word soul in American history was used in 8th century literature.

I never paid much attention to Beowulf in my senior year English class, but maybe I should have. At the time I was too busy stewing in my unhappiness and doing nothing about it. Thank God Mr. D was the chillest English teacher ever and let me be the punk kid in the corner that never said anything. Shout out to Mr. D! I spent most of my English class being a cranky bitch who wrote in her journal and read books.

Anyways, the soul of the person is their essence. It is separate from your physical body.

Today’s society very much focuses on pleasing your physical needs. I don’t have a TV, but that’s okay. I don’t see this as a disadvantage but rather an advantage. I honestly don’t understand the big sensation/hype of Jersey Shore. From my perspective, it only promotes dumb ass people getting drunk to oblivion and girls vaginas being open like a damn 24/7 fast food joint. LADIES! Hello, have some freaking class! I don’t know much about the effects of eating fast food everyday, but I do remember watching Morgan Spurlock’s documentary “Super Size Me” several times in high school.
Either way, the effects are not good.

Just as you have physical needs, you have soulful needs too.

Our physical needs often overpower our soulful needs. Your soulful needs require nourishment too; if not MORE nourishment than your physical needs. Now don’t get me wrong- I like to get silly with the goose and a confident guy will definitely make me do a double take. The thing is though your physical needs are a choice, while your soulful needs are essential. Most people think it’s the other way around. It’s not.

                             Physical satisfaction is instant and fleeting, while Soul satisfaction is permanently  everlasting.

Now, I understand it’s a lot harder to please your soul than it is to please your bodily desires. I’m sure you’re thinking something along the lines of “cool Kayla I meditated for five minutes. Now I’m bored as fuck- getting shitfaced bye.”

Alright, cool. I get it. Obviously it’s going to be HARD and CHALLENGING. I don’t expect you to understand or get the hang of it overnight. That is why this is a WEEKLY blog.

Just keep in mind when you want to give up (on anything): Nothing good comes easy.

Like I said, test it. Try it. Put time aside for YOU. Because YOU should be your number one priority. Try being with yourself for one hour a day. Terrifying, I know! It’s time to face yourself, folks.

>>>Take a good hard look in the more. I know when I look in the mirror I can find flaws all over the place. It’s time to embrace those. Cause you’re stuck with them. You Are who you Are.

It’s even scarier to take a look in your mind. The flaws multiple like two rabbits going at it. It’s time to be self conscious. But, not in the way most people are. Time to get to know yourself. Mind as well, right? You’re stuck with yourself till the end so you might as well like yourself.

>>>I CHALLENGE you to lay in bed or take a walk by yourself. I personally happen to love state parks and nature walks, this is when I best reflect/meditate on life. Do whatever is best for you. When alone, clear your mind. Don’t think about how your boyfriend was an asshole today or your failed your test. Focus on one positive word that applies to how you wish to improve youself (I.e. patience, consideration, happiness). Basically anything opposite of a negative trait you possess (greed, lying, rudeness).

What words/images/thoughts do you associate with that word? I’m interest to know!

Email me at: dranyamalyak@gmail.com

Love, Kayla xo

Let’s Be Honest: (Side Note)

Published October 11, 2011 by dranyamalyak

This past week since I’ve posted the “Disclaimer” blog, my words have most definitely been tested. I was laughed at, put down, and attacked. Thirsty Thursday when everyone was getting hammered I was in my room, posted. Being “an example” without a doubt takes a toll. People wait for you to slip up and are so eager to point out your flaws. It’s exhausting. I made the mistake of going outside Thursday night and was attacked by a bunch of people who were drunk to the point of unreasoning. I was publicly humiliated by more than one person in front of a bunch of people.

I said nothing. I did nothing.  After the drunken tantrums were through and everything that they felt needed to be said was said, I went back to my room.

Not once do I complain about about the people that put me down to anyone. It is not in my nature to make people look bad, they are fully capable of doing that themselves.

Just because I don’t respond to the insults that have been hurdled at me, doesn’t mean it hurts any less. Though I am good at disguising my emotions, does not mean I do not have them. I am human and though I stress positive vibes and emotions, doesn’t mean I don’t have negative ones. Of course I do. I have so many negative emotions in fact, that it required me to start a blog about happiness and bettering yourself.

Around this time last year, I moved in with the Kern family until mid December. They showed me what it was like to be apart of a functional family. It was the biggest breath of fresh air. It was everything I imagined a family to be: loving, caring, supportive, firm, and reassuring. Of course they had their tiffs like any other normal family would, but at the end of the day they were their for each other. They graciously extended their love to me when they didn’t have to. They instilled something I had not had for a long time: Hope. Hope for better future. That my circumstances didn’t define me. I defined my circumstances.

A lot of people see crying as a weakness, but I see it as essential. Crying is a healthy release of negative emotion that piles up throughout the day. When I cry, all the negative emotion is drained out of me. It would be foolish of me to lie to myself about something I am feeling. If I avoid all these negative emotions it would accumulate to being insurmountable. That is when I’m most adapt to find negative ways of balancing it out: drinking, cigarettes, weed, etc. This is the type of lifestyle I use to live.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying I disapprove of people who live this type of lifestyle. It’s not bad when it’s for the right reasons and done in moderation. Plus, it’s your life. Who am I to tell you how to live? That is what any normal eighteen year old would find pleasure in doing. Fortunately for me, I am far from normal. Getting belligerently drunk does not satisfy my needs anymore. I crave more. I choose passion, love, and life. Yes, substances offer instant gratification. Then it fades,and the negativity doubles. Fulfilling your passion offers lasting gratification. So lasting, I don’t even feel the need to do that stuff anymore.

It’s not years that make you wise, it is experience. If I wanted to, I could complain and focus on the negative all day. Why can’t I fit in like everyone else? Why is my father so abusive? Why am I homeless? Why did cancer take my mom? How am I going to afford college?

Or, I can take it one day at a time and do what makes me happy: writing.

New Blog Every Thursday.

Disclaimer:

Published October 5, 2011 by dranyamalyak

         Since I have started this blog it has opened up a big can of worms on Curry Campus and online. Which is to be expected. Fair to say, I was asking for it. I put myself out there to be judged. That is perfectly fine and to be expected. If I thought I could not handle the pressure, I would not have started it. It has started a lot of controversy.

Here is my explanation.

        I know a lot of you guys don’t like to admit to reading my blog. Regardless I am sure you have some questions. If you were confident enough to ask me, I’m assuming these are some of the questions you would have.

  Are you Insane?
   >Um, no. Just firm in my beliefs.

 Why did you try so hard/go out of your way to put flyers on campus, promote it on facebook/twitter?
     >Well, I learned the hard way no one is going to do anything for you. I had an idea, and I put it into action. Cause and Effect. That is how anything happens. I want to be heard, just like everyone else does. I also happen to be nerdy and love to read, research, and write. Putting two and two together I thought: WOW, maybe I should start a blog!

OMG YOU’RE SO ANNOYING WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO STFU?!?!?!
       >Never. If I stopped I would be going back on everything I’ve said so far. So many you should STFU and stop complaining. Don’t like it, don’t read it. Simple.

    I’ve tried so hard to make you feel like shit and stop. How come my petty immature insults don’t bother you/work?
      >Faith, above anything. Also I focus on what matters. What people think of me: doesn’t matter. I am writing about love, equality, peace, justice, happiness, etc. UMMM HELLO I think you guys are the twisted ones for trying to get me stop! What is wrong with spreading the love? Hm? Would you rather me spread hate, talk shit, and put down other people to make me feel better about myself? Um, no. I already feel good about myself so that’s not necessary.

What is the purpose of this blog?
    To express myself. Any form of self expression (art, music, writing, style, etc) is very admirable to me. It takes a lot of courage and confidence to be yourself. I know I’m only eighteen years old and this is when people JUST start to go on the journey of discovering who they are. The cards life had dealt me thus far required me to grow up quick and learn fast. Dog eat dog world, unfortunately. It wasn’t clear for a long time, but one day it hit me: sink or swim. I have too much ambition, determination, and talent to sink. I would be doing myself  a disservice.

             At the end of the day, it’s YOU you gotta look out for. No one else is going to do that for you. I’ve had to take care of myself and get myself through life for a long time. If it wasn’t for the support of friends I have no idea how I would have made it as far as I have. Especially Lydia Kern, who is one of my biggest inspirations. She and her family took me in when I had no place to go. This is me Passing It On. It’s my display of gratitude and appreciation for everyone who kept my head above water. That means you too, Ms. Jerome!!! Thanks for helping me with math homework and dealing with my turbulence.  Most of all, I give thanks to God and my Mom. If it wasn’t for my unconditional faith in both of You I would have let my fear continue to consume me.

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Curiosity: Did It Really Kill The Cat?

Published October 3, 2011 by dranyamalyak

Socrates was charged with corrupting the youth of Athens and the religion of the region at the time. He was sentenced before a jury to defend his prosecutions.

You see, the philosophers of the time were referred to as “sophists”. They specialized in using the tools of philosophy and rhetoric for the purpose of virtue. They provided their teachings, but it came with a price. Only those fortunate enough to afford the sophists teachings were able to gain wisdom. If you think of the word sophisticated (Sophisticated: adj. developed to a high degree of complexity) you can see that it stems from the Greek derived term Sophists.

It’s always been debated whether or not you could characterize Socrates as a sophists. Though he very much believed in questioning the perplexity of life just as the other sophists, he didn’t believe in requiring pay. He freely gave his knowledge; believing everyone had a right to express themselves and their perspectives on the world they inhibited.

What also made Socrates different from other sophists of them time was them sophism belief of “logos” which is just a fancy Greek term meaning way of living. Each philosopher believed their own logos was right. Socrates, unlike them, admitted ignorance without question. He was wise enough to know he was not wise at all. Instead of feigning to know the right way to live life, he bettered him life by being open and accepting of everyone’s views.

>>The trick is to knowing yourself and what you stand for. Once you’ve established your values, morals, and virtues life becomes a lot simpler. Your foundation is essential. If you don’t know what you stand for, then you fall for anything. <<

If you were to classify Socrates as a sophist; I guess you could his logos was to not think you’re way of living is superior to anyone else’s, and take what applies to you from their perspectives and disregard the rest.

With this being said, it was very difficult to have a conversation with Socrates. In order for other sophists to really enjoy and appreciate a conversation with him, they had to understand that an attack on their personal beliefs was NOT an attack on their character. If you are so narrow minded to not be able to question your own ways of living, then it isn’t possible for you to grow as a person.

The people of Athens didn’t  like how he was teaching the youth to think innovatively and independently. Absurd!  How dare he cause people to question their reality? The people of Athens were suppose to accept things as they were. The laws were laws for a reason.

But, Why? Says who? If the laws and ways of society didn’t make you happy or satisfied, must you remain unhappy and unsatisfied?

Or do you revolt? Dare you go out to try and find your own peace and happiness, or do live in fear of people disapproving of your happiness? Is the fear really worth not being happy?

FEAR is just an emotion, a passing feeling. At least, we hope it passes. It psychology skews your views of your current situation to seem more threatening than it really is.

If I let fear have control over me, this blog would not be written. I wouldn’t allow myself my happiness.

I deserve my happiness, and so don’t you! Go out and get your happiness, whatever that may be.
Once you learn to master yourself, you can master anything.

Xoxo Kayla

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