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On Fear of One's Self

 

On Fear of One's Self

 

This one’s not as bad

As fear of others

 

If we stop fighting with other people’s

Opinions of us

 

& stick with enjoying ourselves

& those who make us feel good

 

Then it’s good times.

 

I might be mad

I might be deranged

 

As might you think you’re mad

We might all be schizophrenic

 

& what we think is happening

Is all an illusion

 

So what?

 

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That is of course a conversation

Limited to an Individualist paradigm

 

In cultures of groups souls

Or group minds

 

Like pre-Colonial Indigenous peoples

If what I’m led to believe is right

 

So my initial statement here

Is contingent or reliant on Western Imperialist conditions of interrelationships

 

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& there are other topics

Far more important when viewed comparatively

 

Like food, clean water, shelter, access to medical assistance,

Education, culture, community, freedom from war & persecution and others…

 

& if you obsess

Over whether you’re sane or not

 

It can become a little appeasing to forces of oppression

& domination

 

But as for other’s stigma:

“Care factor zero” as the saying goes

 

So I guess most of us can do well

To borrow from Little Richard:

 

&

“Share a little love & kindness.”

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

 

 

 

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