Emotional affairs are swamps

We're all familiarised with the fairytale saying, "Don't play in the woods" right? Woods are like forests, right? And forests are like swamps, yes? So then, woods are like swamps? Doesn't make sense? Well fine, whatever. Makes sense to me :D.. Not really, but screw that. Well back to the point, as woods are similar to swamps, I could say, "Don't play in the swamps" yeah? May not have much clarity, but I figured a bit of fairytale can be the back support for my thoughts.

Emotional affairs are swamps.

Dark, deep, damp, dangerous, murky, blinding and feared they are. Occasionally it is too easy to find ourselves in these swamps. Perhaps we don't find them, they find us. The dirty smothering towering trees surround us blocking the sunlight of logic. From the outside they may be intriguing and tempting but we are fooled. Fooled like Little Red Riding Hood. Once we are in, we give the Big Bad Wolf a chance to consume us. Who we once were, no longer matters, the pitch black tint in these swamps takes no notice, killing all what we once stood for. When we think of swamps we think of unpleasant, icky wetness.
Define: Swamps
A place where the land is always wet
For some people, the wetness may represent the tears that flood. But I don't think so. I think the wetness pinpoints the heaviness of emotional affairs. No matter where you wander in the swamps the wetness follows you. Because the fact is, the wetness is everywhere in a swamp. In an emotional affair, like a swamp the feel of something clingy is there, sticky and gluey. Sticking to you, not letting go. When you try to pull away from the gluey matter at first it may seem like finally an escape is within reach, however give it a few, and the presence of the elastic aspect will come to surface. Like a rubber band it slams back at you. Reality then hits you. You are stuck. Stuck in the swamp. Suffocating.
Like swamps, emotional affairs are packed of vicious, gruesome things that bite you and drag you down. As you wander your way through the suffocating land you trip and fall, struggling to pull your feet out of the murky grittiness. There is no freedom, there is no light.
Your life is strangled out of you, sucking out all the space you once had. In the swamp you are prone to diseases with no way out, you are stuck. Your feet have sunk in the ground, you are trapped. The swamp is too deep, the clearing where the rays of light screaming freedom is out of sight. No where near. Or perhaps you're just blinded. As you wander deeper into the swamp the more danger you face, more ferocity appears. Run away.. you can try. But remember, in a swamp the wetness is everywhere. When you dive into the river the grotesque substances are barely noticeable at first but when you swim and foolishly push deeper the suffocation intensifies, becoming unbearable. In conclusion, in my book, the most dominating characteristic of emotional affairs is swampy.

My Surfer's Sunset

If I was a surfer, you'd be the sunset.
I come for the tides that relieve my day to day frustrations and my reality. The therapeutic waves crush the memories imprinted in me, stealing my complete attention for the little time I have in the mesmerizing consuming water. This moment I have anticipated for hits me, once my bored bare feet enter my personal water world. The water is filled with endless vibrant chatter. As all the waves meet, they converse on the details and events that have occurred before their longed for reunion. With enthusiasm some waves strike my ears with their intense roars imitating bloodthirsty tigers chasing their terrified, defenceless prey. I come for all of this. The social world of this sea. The excitement and glee the waves provide me with, as my board of life collides with each and every one of them. But mentally there is a vague and brief fading image that largely contributes to the reason why I come to "ride" the wavefront. The sunset.
The breathtaking sight intoxicates me, chasing away all my thoughts before that moment. That moment when my eyes meet the dark vibrant colours spreading across the sky with the appealingly intense circular light in the centre. It stops my world. Briefly becoming the centre, through my subjective perception leaving my proactive ways I enter the reactive atmosphere. The endless chatter of the waves seemingly fade or perhaps I simply am too distracted to notice. Distracted with the bright shiny thing that I waited so long for. It is like nothing in the world I have ever came across before. It is effortlessly attention grabbing so different from everything else. This intoxicating scene appears only at this moment and only here am I able to capture it. This exact place at this precise time allows me to collide with the sunset. As I mindlessly gaze at the unique view I briefly feel the closeness between the intangible object and I. It feels as though, finally our worlds collide. I ignore the impracticality of the concept as it is something that doesn't belong to the world I am too familiar with. It and its elusiveness doesn't belong in my logical world. At that moment it may feel so close, yet at the same time be so far. In fact out of this world. Standing at a point in the solar system and the distance is so far to the extent that it is unmeasurable. But logic is trapped outside at that moment, there are personal blocks I built without realisation in my mind. I am too dazed to consider the factual concepts. But like they say, every song ends. And as I return to reality I can't help but wait for next time...

Unidentified

Do you ever get that indescribable dagger-striking feeling? The one that seems to follow you like a plague without a cause? The feeling that sinks you to your deepest? It's the feeling that crushes and ruins you like a massive wreck ball. What it is, is beyond me. I don't have the slightest clue what it is exactly. Nor am I sure that I can describe this feeling that disintegrates me.
Do you ever feel lonely? Scratch that thought, lonely is way too much of broad term. Do you ever feel like you're alone in this world, but at the same time you know you aren't? It's as if you're fighting your own mental battles alone, which is what we're meant to do, I suppose. However it's more complicated than that. It's like those times when everything suddenly falls on top of you and you're more than somewhat flattened by the load that didn't seem to exist before that moment. Perhaps it's more likes a build up, and the more you ponder on the concept it kills you more. Magnifying the undesirable thoughts. It's not loneliness. It's more like loneliness is one of the side effects.
I'm quite incapable of deciphering this mystery. It's like poison. Or well, it poisons your world. Or should I say your perspective. It seems to drag out the worst in things. It's as if everything becomes tinted with darkness and murkiness. Confusing.
Like you feel like it's only you in this world, and by that, I don't mean that it's an egocentric feeling. It's more so like you're facing the whole world alone. As in there's no one to break your fall or someone to grab and hold on to with your tightest grips. As in the feeling causes you to question where you are. Who you are. You know, how sometimes you just don't feel like yourself? It's like that. It in a way makes you question what matters. It has the power to intensify the negativity in things making issues seem larger than they actually are. It creates a puzzle and you simply don't have the pieces to it. And you are forced to stare at the incompleteness. It's a scattered feeling, completely elusive. It blurs all meaning in the world, making you squint and once again try to decode all the points in life. But then again, is there a point to life? The feeling makes you unwillingly rewind all the depressing moments of your day or week, whichever. Instead of focusing on the good points it reminds of your darkest moments. Your fears. It makes you want to hide in your own nutshell. Closing the door, locking out the outside world. Yet instead of feeling safe and comforted in your own walls, you feel more, vulnerable. Yes that's the word. Vulnerable. The feelings make you feel all the insecurities. Building them all up and then at these times the explosion occurs. No. The implosion occurs. And it's nothing that is loud or conspicuous, really. Yet it's real noticeable and obvious to you, perhaps it's even immediate.
Can't shake this feeling off.

Beyond our own world

"Have you ever looked at a picture of yourself and found a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder, how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of
people's lives have we been in? Were we a part of someone's life when their dream came true? Or were we there when their dream died? Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were
somehow destined to be there? Just think. You could be a big part of someone's life and not even know it."

Every life, every being is something to someone. No one on the face of Earth is meaningless we all have marks on others, good or bad. Our pure existence has impacts on others, to some we may be significant, the centre through their eyes however in others we may mean very little, a background wall flower. But to say someone is nobody it is wrong. Inaccurate from all corners. Strangers in our backgrounds are not strangers to others although they may not directly be a part of our world yet, somehow and somewhere our worlds may collide. Our world is small, small in the sense that it is unmeasurable. Like a small pond everything in the world interconnects a simple ripple by one being, affects many directly, consequently others further from the initial point will experience the waves large or small. The effects may be fortunate or it may crash our world depending where and how we stand in this pond of the world. In the end the devastating flame of pain or the well-waited-for flame of beauty will reach us regardless of our distance from the ignition. Everything matters.
Everything we do. Everything we say. Matters.
The way we treat others matter, our words of kindness or our words that burn with brutality. All our actions have consequences, it may harm or boost others. We all matter. Someone once said, "..bitterness poisons the people around you"
But some may say it is inevitable, but there is no truth to those words. At times we are controlled by our emotions and we may be feeling like we're the one suffering and filled with hurt and hate so we unleash and burst at others. An unhealthy way to relieve anger.
We can unintentionally spill the poisonous anger and pain on to others allowing others to be infected with the disease of hurt. It can be easy to forget others are capable of suffering it is way too easy to be egocentric. As we live in our world. Being the main character in our story of life, our thoughts revolve around ourselves, our wants, our needs. In our own world we are the hero/heroine or victim, making it difficult to realise we are not the only ones in the world. Not the only ones that matter.
Someone could be your everything, everything you ever wanted yet they may have no idea. Or you could mean the world to someone and you don't even know it. Everyone in our background, every minor character in our life is a someone to another. We don't realise this because we don't think beyond our world. We don't realise there is a world beyond our own. Nor do we realise there are greater pain and frustrations beyond the ones we suffer ourself.
It's a complicated concept to contemplate. Our loss is someone's win, our treasures is someone's trash. It's all perspective. We often fail to see beyond our own world.
The things we do, matter. We all carve imprints on to the world with everything we do.
"Have you ever wondered what marks our time here? If one life can really make an impact on the world? Or if the choices we make matter? I believe they do. And I believe that one man can change many lives... for better, or worse."