A Cathexis for the Advocates of Psychodynamics
A Cathexis for the Advocates of Psychodynamics:
Call my take on things cynical or imbalanced, go on, I won’t stop you.
My insides are reeling, literally reeling. I’m walking, slowly, my earthly figure meandering about. My mind, admittedly fatigued, is still absorbed in its own fabricated flow of thought, thoughts that are of which satirical and blind.
Composure is the last thing on my mind. How can I compose myself when my living entity is incessantly withering into nothing?
[Bell Rings]
The bell rang; I felt as if it had electrocuted me from my rapt contemplation, its drowning sound successfully found its way into the depths of my inner sanctum. A day like this is usual, converging yourself with individuals in a cell of ear splitting chatter, comprehending matters, that, most reasonably so, will not back up any of the mistakes we are bound to commit in due time, and isolating a part of you that discreetly wishes to be revealed. That’s the usual, at least for me. It is repetitive. It’s like a ting of a bell, reverberating at its own accord. A day ends and I wake up the next day with the same precise system.
My life has seemed to stop aiming to a trajectory of bewilderment and awe. Or, have I just ignorantly laid myself in this disposition? Am I veering away from my idealistic elements? Should I succumb to the pressure of reality’s black hole? Should I unwillingly face the myriad of faces looking dignified and supreme as they look at me feebly?
--
I encircle the vast void of my existence, surpassing the light I see in my eyes. My inability to procure clarity and sanity drags my inert being into a state of flux.
On a lighter note:
[Bell Rings]
The bell rang; it’s wracking my brain, I wish it could stop. I wish it would only be remembered as a symbolic wake up call and not for its constant ting-ting-ting. Another typical day, yet, I hope, this day surprises me to its extremities. I’m rather hopeful. My voice is drowned in the classroom, for I, after all, am one of those engaging themselves in random tête-à-têtes. Aimlessly, I try to understand the basics of Physics and Trigonometry as I try not to dose off. With absurdity, these are rather superfluous and insignificant subjects to me. Call me a myopic, but I just don’t seem to understand what it has to do with life’s tribulations. So, here I am again, talking to myself, trying hard to cope up with the confines of diversity, this genuine entity within me trying hard to break free. Later, the sun will set again and soon it will rise. A day, yet after, another day.
I am perplexed with the limits of my being. I am in severe uncertainty as to what direction I am heading. I’m in a momentum of proportions and I could not visually provide any likable outcomes or circumstances. I guess I should follow the breeze, go with the tide, and muse on what my life’s audience has to say.
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I encircle the vast void of my existence, eluding the shadows of my past. As my burdens fleet away, I am now fixated with the sparkle of my eyes and what it sees.
- Chimee Malonzo Jan 25, 2008
*Psychodynamics – is the study of human behavior from the point of view of motivation and drives, depending largely on the functional significance of emotion, and based on the assumption that an individual’s total personality and reactions at any given time is the product of the interaction between their conscious/unconscious mind, and their environment.
Call my take on things cynical or imbalanced, go on, I won’t stop you.
My insides are reeling, literally reeling. I’m walking, slowly, my earthly figure meandering about. My mind, admittedly fatigued, is still absorbed in its own fabricated flow of thought, thoughts that are of which satirical and blind.
Composure is the last thing on my mind. How can I compose myself when my living entity is incessantly withering into nothing?
[Bell Rings]
The bell rang; I felt as if it had electrocuted me from my rapt contemplation, its drowning sound successfully found its way into the depths of my inner sanctum. A day like this is usual, converging yourself with individuals in a cell of ear splitting chatter, comprehending matters, that, most reasonably so, will not back up any of the mistakes we are bound to commit in due time, and isolating a part of you that discreetly wishes to be revealed. That’s the usual, at least for me. It is repetitive. It’s like a ting of a bell, reverberating at its own accord. A day ends and I wake up the next day with the same precise system.
My life has seemed to stop aiming to a trajectory of bewilderment and awe. Or, have I just ignorantly laid myself in this disposition? Am I veering away from my idealistic elements? Should I succumb to the pressure of reality’s black hole? Should I unwillingly face the myriad of faces looking dignified and supreme as they look at me feebly?
--
I encircle the vast void of my existence, surpassing the light I see in my eyes. My inability to procure clarity and sanity drags my inert being into a state of flux.
On a lighter note:
[Bell Rings]
The bell rang; it’s wracking my brain, I wish it could stop. I wish it would only be remembered as a symbolic wake up call and not for its constant ting-ting-ting. Another typical day, yet, I hope, this day surprises me to its extremities. I’m rather hopeful. My voice is drowned in the classroom, for I, after all, am one of those engaging themselves in random tête-à-têtes. Aimlessly, I try to understand the basics of Physics and Trigonometry as I try not to dose off. With absurdity, these are rather superfluous and insignificant subjects to me. Call me a myopic, but I just don’t seem to understand what it has to do with life’s tribulations. So, here I am again, talking to myself, trying hard to cope up with the confines of diversity, this genuine entity within me trying hard to break free. Later, the sun will set again and soon it will rise. A day, yet after, another day.
I am perplexed with the limits of my being. I am in severe uncertainty as to what direction I am heading. I’m in a momentum of proportions and I could not visually provide any likable outcomes or circumstances. I guess I should follow the breeze, go with the tide, and muse on what my life’s audience has to say.
--
I encircle the vast void of my existence, eluding the shadows of my past. As my burdens fleet away, I am now fixated with the sparkle of my eyes and what it sees.
- Chimee Malonzo Jan 25, 2008
*Psychodynamics – is the study of human behavior from the point of view of motivation and drives, depending largely on the functional significance of emotion, and based on the assumption that an individual’s total personality and reactions at any given time is the product of the interaction between their conscious/unconscious mind, and their environment.
posted by: chimee @ 8:22 AM
