I was watching the movie "Ronal Barbaren" (not a recommended good movie, imo). There was a scene where a Lady Warrior was sharing her feelings or past to Ronal The Barbarian. She felt good and relief after sharing it to Ronal.
To me, I am desperately needing someone to understand what I am going through. I am growing up as an adult, and there are no more home works like I was in college or high school. It is all basically assignments and many out of course researches to be obtained. However, mom and dad still looked at me as their juvenile son. I know it is a good thing that they're treating like me as their son, but I can't accepting them to look or judge me the way I used to be.
I have so many inner thoughts or inner feelings, I tried to share my troubles, relieving what is inside of me to someone close. However, I am always turned down and not being listened to.
I consider myself mature to a certain extent, because most of the time, I commit my troubles to God. For some reason, as a man, I need a feedback, I need to see a response, I need to see someone nodding with sincere intentions. God is spirit, I know I should connect with him in spirit and truth; but I have this soul that merged from the combination of the spirit and the physical flesh, forming a vacuum needing to see a reality of responses.
Who am I kidding to deny the truth of needing a companion, I desperately need someone to hold me, to hug me, for me to lie on their shoulders and just being sober in comfort. I found one, but the sapien have a great gap in between.
I wouldn't blame anybody for not coming close to me, because I shut myself in a very defensive situation and have doubts to trust anyone with my feelings. Perhaps I should for a little longer for a time that I wish to be sober in comfort once again. When and where, I don't know, but I will not care and let anyone stop me, from getting close to God.
To me, I am desperately needing someone to understand what I am going through. I am growing up as an adult, and there are no more home works like I was in college or high school. It is all basically assignments and many out of course researches to be obtained. However, mom and dad still looked at me as their juvenile son. I know it is a good thing that they're treating like me as their son, but I can't accepting them to look or judge me the way I used to be.
I have so many inner thoughts or inner feelings, I tried to share my troubles, relieving what is inside of me to someone close. However, I am always turned down and not being listened to.
I consider myself mature to a certain extent, because most of the time, I commit my troubles to God. For some reason, as a man, I need a feedback, I need to see a response, I need to see someone nodding with sincere intentions. God is spirit, I know I should connect with him in spirit and truth; but I have this soul that merged from the combination of the spirit and the physical flesh, forming a vacuum needing to see a reality of responses.
Who am I kidding to deny the truth of needing a companion, I desperately need someone to hold me, to hug me, for me to lie on their shoulders and just being sober in comfort. I found one, but the sapien have a great gap in between.
I wouldn't blame anybody for not coming close to me, because I shut myself in a very defensive situation and have doubts to trust anyone with my feelings. Perhaps I should for a little longer for a time that I wish to be sober in comfort once again. When and where, I don't know, but I will not care and let anyone stop me, from getting close to God.
Mr. David
















