How important is it that we feel our feelings?
Is it okay to be in a perpetual state of present?
What if we choose to only live in the present moment,
Never looking back or reflecting?
This would mean that we wouldn't suffer because our only suffering comes from returning to the past when we experience something unfavorable.
If we live in the moment,
We can bypass the suffering.
We only experience suffering when we choose to bring it to our attention again.
But what would happen if we lived a life in this way?
Is there some benefit in feeling our feelings?
Maybe there's not.
It seems most people are under the assumption that we need to feel our feelings.
I know that's what I always thought.
That not allowing ourselves the time and space for this leads to a buildup of unprocessed garbage or baggage for lack of a better term.
The idea that these feelings have to go somewhere,
But do they?
What if we just decided not to process them?
What if we just kept moving forward?
Our mind is processing whether we specifically direct it to or not.
Just because we don't go back and process doesn't mean we aren't actually doing that.
It's kind of a natural occurrence.
We can learn from our past experiences simply by having experienced them.
Perhaps we don't need to sit with them like we thought.
What is the true benefit to feeling our feelings and what if we stopped?
Is it possible this could leave us better off?
A romantic relationship I had for a few months ended recently.
What if I decided not to feel sad about my breakup?
The only time I feel sad about it is when I reflect on the past.
When I acknowledge that something that was happening before is no longer happening and that allows me to miss it,
To feel sad,
To suffer in the present moment.
But what if I didn't look back?
What if I just kept moving forward?
Would I be doing myself a disservice?
Would I be harming myself in some way?
Maybe but maybe not.
I guess I believe in allowing myself to feel what I'm feeling but then moving on from it.
I have spent a lot of time living in my misery,
Revisiting the past in my mind and keeping myself stuck on the same loop.
I know one thing is for sure,
I do not want to live there anymore.
It feels heavy and dark and lonely and it's not that I'm always there but it's a place I'm very familiar with.
I've had an all-seasons pass for the last decade.
I was a frequent flyer,
A total regular.
That was my safe hangout spot,
Just like the bar on the corner that has your drink started the second they see you walk in.
But no more.
I'm leaving it behind me,
In the past,
With all the other shit that isn't serving me to think about anymore.
