ImTheDoubleGreatest!
Master Don Juan
I was talking with my brother a little bit ago and we were discussing about various things when it comes to strength and toughness. He himself is naturally tough-minded. Life is hard, it’s not easy. You can’t just go out and have fun all the time. Go ahead and enjoy it, but there’s still work to do. I get that and fully understand it. But I’m saying that I still don’t want to feel trapped in a system like the one that we currently have. I don’t want to have to follow it to reach my goals. He doesn’t have goals aimed as high as mine and I guess because of that he’s just saying tough luck, don’t be a wimp and just deal with it really. I mean I’m all for tough love and everything and I’m a hell of a lot tougher than some other people nowadays, but it didn’t come naturally to me and I had to completely change myself for it to happen. Plus, part of me is still not willing to do things until I absolutely HAVE to do them. I will always get stuff done, but it’s almost always last minute. I will never ever complain about having to do something that MUST be done, ever. But if I do not feel that I have to, then it’s like I procrastinate and become lazy, even if it is good for me. I guess what I’m saying is that I am mentally strong, but not mentally tough, if that makes any sense.
I don’t need tough love from anyone anymore because at this point in my life, I’ve given myself enough to where that part of my brain is just fried lol. I tried hard to fully change into becoming tougher, too. I’ve been looking for years on how to do that really, I’ve even made several threads on it over here. Well I tried and tried to do that for a long time while still trying to retain a part of me that was a good person.
Well certain things happened to me, and for the first timein my life, I gave up. Not on being tougher, but on being a good person. I felt that the world didn’t need that anymore and that it was just holding me back from being tougher. That’s why I made that thread a while ago of ‘Should I just become a bad person?’. Well I eventually said screw it and refused to care anymore about right and wrong, and the first day I kept saying it ‘**** it I don’t care, I just don’t care anymore’. The second day I felt like I changed a little more on the inside, and I didn’t have to try as hard. Looking back in hindsight, I was definitely changing into something a little more black and angry and hateful, something really, really evil and cruel. And I don’t know if God is out there, but if there is some holy deity, then there definitely had to be some sort of divine intervention because on the third day, I woke up and for absolutely no reason whatsoever just felt happier and more optimistic, and just felt good. Something was placed into my heart that day, and I don’t know what it was or how it happened, but it was enough to wash away whatever evil and blackness was in there. It’s like God placed into my heart something because He didn’t want me to change and lose that part of myself.
I reached my limit then. Honestly when I write this, I hate to admit it but it kinda makes me cry a little. That was the absolute destruction of the genuinely sweet and caring little boy that I used to be. All remnants of who I was, of happiness and joy and love, like a toddler who trips over and picks himself up while waddling to his dad when he comes home from work just to hug the side of his leg because he is so excited to see him, or when a baby laughs and claps his/her hands together the first time they discover ripping paper; everything that a little child like that was, was completely destroyed.
That boy is back now, but I realize that in order for me to TRULY be tough, I need to lose that deepest part of myself. Why do I have to do that in order to be tough? Why do I have to become evil and bitter? Why do I have to go to such an extreme? Why can’t I just be tough-minded like my brother without becoming that way? What am I doing wrong?
I don’t need tough love from anyone anymore because at this point in my life, I’ve given myself enough to where that part of my brain is just fried lol. I tried hard to fully change into becoming tougher, too. I’ve been looking for years on how to do that really, I’ve even made several threads on it over here. Well I tried and tried to do that for a long time while still trying to retain a part of me that was a good person.
Well certain things happened to me, and for the first timein my life, I gave up. Not on being tougher, but on being a good person. I felt that the world didn’t need that anymore and that it was just holding me back from being tougher. That’s why I made that thread a while ago of ‘Should I just become a bad person?’. Well I eventually said screw it and refused to care anymore about right and wrong, and the first day I kept saying it ‘**** it I don’t care, I just don’t care anymore’. The second day I felt like I changed a little more on the inside, and I didn’t have to try as hard. Looking back in hindsight, I was definitely changing into something a little more black and angry and hateful, something really, really evil and cruel. And I don’t know if God is out there, but if there is some holy deity, then there definitely had to be some sort of divine intervention because on the third day, I woke up and for absolutely no reason whatsoever just felt happier and more optimistic, and just felt good. Something was placed into my heart that day, and I don’t know what it was or how it happened, but it was enough to wash away whatever evil and blackness was in there. It’s like God placed into my heart something because He didn’t want me to change and lose that part of myself.
I reached my limit then. Honestly when I write this, I hate to admit it but it kinda makes me cry a little. That was the absolute destruction of the genuinely sweet and caring little boy that I used to be. All remnants of who I was, of happiness and joy and love, like a toddler who trips over and picks himself up while waddling to his dad when he comes home from work just to hug the side of his leg because he is so excited to see him, or when a baby laughs and claps his/her hands together the first time they discover ripping paper; everything that a little child like that was, was completely destroyed.
That boy is back now, but I realize that in order for me to TRULY be tough, I need to lose that deepest part of myself. Why do I have to do that in order to be tough? Why do I have to become evil and bitter? Why do I have to go to such an extreme? Why can’t I just be tough-minded like my brother without becoming that way? What am I doing wrong?