Highly Sensitive People HSP Community Group
The highly sensitive person (or HSP) is someone who cares deeply about everything ... feels emotions with great intensity ... is highly conscientious ... has a rich and complex inner life ... is very intuitive ... is often creative in a variety of ways... is easily overwhelmed and/or overstimulated. A HSP needs lots of quiet time,space, and freedom. If this sounds...
I find myself in this constant struggle between what is seen as real and what is fantasy. From the time I was young until now, I believe in magic, destiny, something...
It does not fit in to real life, and certainly not in to current society. I don't think it even fits into my own life of struggle and pain. I've believed and been hurt, believed and been hurt, believed and been hurt.
Through all my pain and struggle, through all that I face still on this day...I find I believe.
I am alone and afraid. I am poor and fight each day to find a way in this life. I raise my children with only the faith that I hold close to me. Some days, I have ltitle else to give. I look at the world around me and find I have nothing of material worth, a little knowledge, a little experience and only what is within me to pass on.
Some days, I think it a beautiful, wonderous thing. Others, I am little more than a failure, one that has little chance of giving my children the skills needed to make it in this world.
No matter the trials, no matter the arguments, set backs and such, it seems that I just cannot help myself. I still believe in magic. I see this as both a miracle and hindering to my children. I find myself battling each day to try to prepare them for the stark realities of life and also trying to give them the tiny spark that is faith, hope, all that can be. How do I hope to accomplish such a thing, when I feel so much that I don't belong here, that most of my wishes are to be somewhere else, another time, another place? How do I stand up for everything I feel and all that I see and wish to be, when I am beaten, alone, and clinging by one mere strand that is all that I feel to be true? Of this, I do not know.
I get up each morning, do what I must and wish for everything that I am not sure is real. I walk a line between what is reality and what is elusive, the something I also wish to pass on. A flame of hope, a little piece of faith, the belief that it is all worth it if you stay true to who you are and that goodness persists.
Maybe...maybe...
It does not fit in to real life, and certainly not in to current society. I don't think it even fits into my own life of struggle and pain. I've believed and been hurt, believed and been hurt, believed and been hurt.
Through all my pain and struggle, through all that I face still on this day...I find I believe.
I am alone and afraid. I am poor and fight each day to find a way in this life. I raise my children with only the faith that I hold close to me. Some days, I have ltitle else to give. I look at the world around me and find I have nothing of material worth, a little knowledge, a little experience and only what is within me to pass on.
Some days, I think it a beautiful, wonderous thing. Others, I am little more than a failure, one that has little chance of giving my children the skills needed to make it in this world.
No matter the trials, no matter the arguments, set backs and such, it seems that I just cannot help myself. I still believe in magic. I see this as both a miracle and hindering to my children. I find myself battling each day to try to prepare them for the stark realities of life and also trying to give them the tiny spark that is faith, hope, all that can be. How do I hope to accomplish such a thing, when I feel so much that I don't belong here, that most of my wishes are to be somewhere else, another time, another place? How do I stand up for everything I feel and all that I see and wish to be, when I am beaten, alone, and clinging by one mere strand that is all that I feel to be true? Of this, I do not know.
I get up each morning, do what I must and wish for everything that I am not sure is real. I walk a line between what is reality and what is elusive, the something I also wish to pass on. A flame of hope, a little piece of faith, the belief that it is all worth it if you stay true to who you are and that goodness persists.
Maybe...maybe...
I believe in magic, and destiny too, a powerful force which I think is there but not fully tapped into.
Like you say, the stark realities of life as compared to the tiny spark that is faith,hope, is a battle every day.
Hang in there
(and yes, I am a writer LOL)
I too have struggled with the concept of reality. It is as though the everyday reality that most people see is limited. Not necessarily false, but incomplete. I know there is more to our existence than the rest of the world wants us to see. Where is their control if I evolve. I have a problem with the word "fantasy." It implies falseness and non-existence. If you believe it is fantasy, then that is all it will ever be to you.
I wish to revisit this later and be more thorough, once I have collected my thoughts a little better.
Great topic.