Theory #28 - Theory of How to get Stronger

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

really?
really??

I mean, who is it that decided to compare our mind and hearts to something like the immune system of the body? just because they're all in our body doesn't mean they all have to work the same.

and who wants to be compared to an immune system anyways? i mean, docs, correct me if i'm wrong here... but supposedly the immune system tackles any harm, protects us (like from a virus) and then in the future we can't be infected by that same flu or virus again. something like that.. yes?
does.. that make us stronger? umm.. no.. just means we can't get the same harms AGAIN... harms that not necessarily we might encounter anyways in the future. docs am i wrong? help me out here.. i might be mistaken somewhere here.

even if we're not being compared to the immune system. I don't think that that phrase "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is so true.
There are a lot of catchy phrases out there that we can choose to use as well. like "the straw that broke the camel's back"
why didn't the camel just get stronger instead of breaking its back? i mean.. the first straw didn't kill him, neither did the second or third or fourth.. but the last one did. so.. i'm confused.

no no.. I think it's a very weird mix of both.
What if some people.. are just different?
Yes, i do somewhat believe that people will GET stronger when others are hard on them, but not if the pounding on them is so frequent and consistent.
I mean, that camel should have unloaded that straw before getting the next one on.

If people have time to heal or if they choose to sheild themselves.. then yes.. they become wiser and more experienced and therefore will probably not get AS hurt in the future, but doesn't mean they'll never be hurt again.

but then what if you're not having that time to heal?
not all scars heal.. SOME we have to live with forever.
what if you're being pounded and cracked at every angle and side possible. Are we getting stronger or weaker?

Some husbands verbally and mentally abuse their wives to break their spirit. months after months and years or psychological abuse... to break and break them.
are these women getting stronger or weaker?
that's just one example.

It's easy to say that we can get stronger.. if it didn't kill us.
but the application of it isn't as easy... we're human, we carry, we have baggage, and we remember, we care and we love.. we expose what's inside.. then when we're hurt things need time to heal.

and people expect you to get stronger but sometimes when life doesn't let up, you WILL crack. When friends or loved ones are continuously pounding on you, knowingly or unknowingly, they might just be the ones that break your back.. or leave you like a raw egg with millions of cracks all over you.. and barely holding yourself together.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger... yes.. that MIGHT be true.

but LOVE gives people 10 times more strength. love gives us affection, confidence, assurity, warmth and most of all strength. Go online and find over 100 quotes that talk about how love and friendship strengthens us, shows us the way.

yet everyone continues to believe that the hurting and pounding method is more effective.
you know why? because they're too scared to love. they're too scared to give care, because THEY'VE been hurt, and if they give love to someone else, they're opening themselves up to possible pain, so this is them sheilding themselves. making themselves stronger. protecting themselves. so in turn, they pound and pound instead of loving. and the cycle continues.

Maybe evolution does really rule us all.
survival of the fittest right?
so the ones that'll last.. are the ones that can handle all the pounding that seems to be going on.

Random #4

It was nighttime.

I walked on this bridge made of dark grey stones over a small river.
in a town that was mostly asleep.

the river was black but shone the white street lamps like a mirror.
I walked over the arched bridge and wasn't at all bothered by the grey skulls that were lined all over the railing of the bridge on both sides. I just continued my nighttime stroll. It was like a ghostly world that not everyone could see.. .and it didn't bother me at all. To most people it was just a normal world. to me, it's like there were things i could see that are part of our world too. they were grey skulls, turning their heads and talking amongst themselves.. there was this long light grey see-through flame coming out of the top of each skull. You could almost imagine that they were upside down sperm, with the skull as the head and the long slow moving piece of smoke as a thick tail that was moving side to side very slowly and peacefully.

Somehow, i don't know how, i was in the middle of a conversation with one of the skulls... it was a friend of mine who had passed... and were engaged in some sort of conversation.
until i asked "how do you feel? what's it like being dead? are you in pain? do you sit all day and remember your past life? think of memories? do you just sit and ponder things all day?"
In which the head replied that it doesn't even know who it was, let alone think about memories.
I protested saying that it was someone i knew, and it MUST have memories cause it knew who i was and remembered me.

To which the skull replied that it had no memory of its living life, but ofcourse it knew who i was. Everyone knew who i was, because the the guy up there had spoken about me. called me his special project.

to which the skulls turned to face each other and whisper things, and as they did so, every two skulls that faced each other would cause their floating tail, or grey flame to become intwined with the other skull's. and if a skull turned to the other side, the flame would untwine and intertwine again with the next skull's.

I stood there staring.. as they whispered. Whether the whispers were in awe or mischief i didn't know.

nightmare or fantasy?