It happens.
We all experience moments of weirdness. We think about silly things and our minds can get a bit altered.
It is usually our own thoughts that drive us to this state. It can be circumstances. It can be pain. It can be another's thoughtless responses, or harsh ones, or hurtful ones. The truth is sometimes our mind takes a few laps around a weird cycle.
When we get on one of those merry-go-rounds it can be very hard to get off. We let negative thoughts steer us round and round and round until we are nearly sick with dizziness. It is a very good idea to get off of that kind of merry-go-round as soon as we realize that we are on it, but quite often we decide we would rather ride than walk away.
Cycles of negative thought can lead us to some very dark places. Empty places. A feeling of despair can creep out of the darkness and take up residence in or hearts.
I have been on this cycle of weirdness before. I know, some of you think I still am. Well, I have learned the hard way that getting off these negative cycles is not only a good idea, it is life saving! Wrong thoughts can produce deadly words and a very wounded and heavy heart. And all kinds of weirdness.
I don't want to get on any more merry-go-rounds of the weird kind. I have chosen another kind. It is the kind that produces a pleasant ride, peaceful, joyful, full of light and hope. I got the idea from the "whatever" verse. "Whatever things are true, ... noble ... just ... pure ... lovely ... things of good report ... if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy ... meditate (think) on these things". Philippians 4:8
So I say to the negative, harmful thoughts, "Whatever!" and I get off of that merry-go-round and I walk away as fast as I can.
Hello, my beautiful friend! What you say here is true. Once we give in to these self-defeating thoughts, it is a difficult ride to get off. YOu are wise to say "no" and choose joy instead!
ReplyDeleteI hope you have been well. The days seem to be slipping by too quickly! I miss you and visiting like I used to be able.
I'm sending love.
My head has been spinning on such a ride. I hate that I chose it, and have remained for so long. I hate how the "operator" of this ride continues to make it so desirous, coaxing, "just one more time around...no charge...just one more time", and I accept his offer thinking I'll get off next time...yet in my new found complacency I remain. The thing is...I never should have gotten on in the first place. The music it played as I watched it from the sidelines at first, was foreign to my ear, but it was strangely inviting, and I responded. Now I sit, wanting to run, but afraid to make the leap because once on, the one who starts the ride refuses to stop it...my choice must be to jump. Yes, there will be scars left, but I will be free.
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Joy