I felt the urge to expound on my thoughts related to the impressionable nature of human life. Fragile, short, unfair, hard, however you choose to label what sometimes seems like a mundane existence, is most surprisingly impressionable. By now you should have heard about the somewhat inevitably tragic death of the highly gifted yet troubled Singer/Songwriter, Amy Winehouse, found dead at her London home. This is a tremendous loss for her family, friends, and fans that have been rooting for her sustained recovery in hopes she would return to the music. At only 27, Winehouse left us with two amazing albums: Frank and the award-winning Back to Black, an instant classic.
But this entry isn't about Amy...it's about something I read that she stated in a 2008 interview. Not only did her mother express her own worries about the young artist and the great possibility of an early death, but Amy herself admitted that she feared joining the "27 Club." After reading this, an overwhelmingly eerie atmosphere crept up on me. This is cause to simultaneously fear and marvel at the human mind--effects and capabilities. I believe we underestimate this power. When people say things like "mind over matter," "it's all about perspective," "change your thoughts, change your actions," " you are what you think," etc....these mantras hold greater weight than we realize. I don't need to have known Amy or any other victim of personal demons to comprehend the level of debasement, depression, addiction, or self-loathing a person has to reach to mentally "check out."
My fear is that so many of us, young and old (particularly young), are battling the same emotional demons, and although the stigmas around open discussion have diminished, the struggles are merely disguised by sensationalism and entertainment. Isn't it weird how song lyrics that blatantly and continually reflect death, suicide, hatred, and so on are not considered cries for help? It's art! It's the creative venom of the artist, and therefore as long as it accompanies a dope track and vocals, it's all good. Why is there no concern for the individual? At the same token, if a student with assigned journal writing revealed the same thoughts, the teacher reading would probably not be laughing hysterically at a cafe while sipping a latte...#imjustsaying
Nothing wrong with expression; outlets serve a great purpose. But they don't always heal wounds. I believe they can sometimes exacerbate them.
I feel as though we need to start helping each other out more. There, I said it! Rejected help, while understandable, is not a substantial enough excuse when it comes to really serious matters, in my opinion. You freaking try again! And again! And why not choose to never give up on that person? Loss of energy? Laziness? Too consumed in your own world to care? Do you know that most people expect you to give up on them because they've never really had anyone to actually stick around until the end?
I could ask a million questions, and I know this is BIGGER than me, but I guess it all boils down to what type of person you want to be. I want to wake up every morning and recite mantras of excellence, beauty, love, hope....I want to surround myself with people who do the same...and I want to help those who can't (or won't) to develop and exercise the affirmations that will work for them. But hey, that's me.
Any examples/stories of how your thoughts have directly affected a situation in your life? Do share!