The Firewalker Speaks, favorite post from 12/10

Confessions of a Firewalker..The Phoenix Speaks

You know...sometime really, really soon, I want to give up a life of walking tightropes, breaking barriers and surviving the flames of disasters. Even though I have surely earned my Super hero cape..I would relish the thought of hanging it up in the closet and watching it collect dust, Yeah, it would sit next to the suit of armor I put in there about...oh, seven years ago. Some things Do Belong in the closet...I'm not one of them, but my unused suits and costumes are.
I have outgrown the need to constantly fend off attackers. I broke apart the castle long ago and emptied the moat along with it. Standing naked, the armor was much needed and revered. Not only did it protect against physical attacks but emotional ones as well. Then I outgrew it and retired it to its current place of honor.
The next best thing...a Superhero cape. Of course, it is red and made of heavy duty, flame resistant flannel:) And I have been waving it around quite a bit these days, heavily using its powers of strength, invisibility, resilience and stamina. It definitely comes in handy and I wear it the majority of the time...But
But, someday I would really like to hang it up. I've grown rather annoyed at the constantly having to prove just how much garbage I can handle and deal with effectively. Okay! I know I am strong and capable and have withstood many a violent, traumatic battle. I think I have proven my mettle and courage, folks. I don't have anything more to prove to anyone...heck, I Know I don't have anything to prove to Anyone Anymore.
Personally, I'm good with who I am and what I have accomplished and would rather like to give up this whole "battle readiness thingy". I don't care to be always looking for a good fight just so that I can "win" and overcome obstacles that would devastate the average human. Enough already.
Yeah, it seems like I have visited and lived in some of the most unpleasant of places.
I am looking forward, someday, to hanging up the cape..But right now its keeping me warm.

The Alien Observes..Anger, Hurt, Love Sex

I have observed a number of things... People that are angry are hurt, in pain. They lash out at everyone, blindly, erroneously, swinging fists with eyes closed. Someone hurt them really bad. (I'm talking about those people who seem angry most of the time)And they can't get a grip on it...can't seem to come to terms with it and release their pain in an alternative way. Angry individuals are hurting.
Frustration seems to be when someone or something fails to meet some expectation that we have...like a dream unfulfilled. Or when we ourselves, fail to reach a goal.
I often Wonder how much I am supposed to allow others to lead their own lives and if and when I am supposed to intervene. Where is the line between being an individual and making ones own choices and allowing someone to do an act which the observer feels is wrong?
What is right and wrong anyway, but a subjective point of view?
Love and sex. I've noticed that some people equate having sex as being in love, wherein sex becomes some sort of tool in which one can "get love". I don't believe that to be true. Many people who are having sex are no where near love and vice versa.
Pain and Love are both HUGE words with a multitude of degrees and meanings, intensities and levels. To say one of them is to whisper into a crowded room...the meaning is only clear to those who can hear it..in a sense, grasp and understand the place in which it is spoken.
Alcohol, drugs, excess, its all a pain-killer, something that is hidden or that we are uncomfortable with. Often I think of addiction as a very strange, warped band-aid that is trying so hard to cover up something that we don't like about ourselves...usually it's false expectations imposed upon someone by another. I find it hard to believe that we could have ever done something so awful that we have to hide from ourselves in shame. Or cover it up and try and bury it.
Why do we consistently find our every little fault and drag out the magnifying glass? Why do we pick on and berate ourselves for being human? I don't get it. Learned behavior, mostly?
The caged bird can sing if it wants