Perceptions

Our minds, what a complicated and marvelous organ we have upon our shoulders. I find it totally amazing how an event can be interperted several different ways even though the event is constant. Is the event wrong or is the perception of the minds wrong. I believe neither. What? Somebody has to be wrong. As we go through life and interact we each other we interpert our enviroment and events with our senses. These rudimentry responses are then sent to the brain and chemically analyzed. Though similar in many ways we each are very different. Our interpertation or perception of the enviroment and events around us are as different as we are. When I reflect upon my memories and current events and then in turn put them into words these are the emotional analogs of my brain. As I move away from these events in my life my brain will continue to analyze them. I know what I feel and how each event affected me.

My memories are not wrong or nether are the memories of those who shared the event. They are just percieved different and like opinons I believe we are each entitled to our memories. They are personal and can be very emotional. An good Psychologist will tell you stuffing or bury these events can be very damaging. What I choose to put in this blog about my past, present or future in a sense is my continued therapy. The difference is I chose to share it with the world because I am not afraid or ashamed of my experiences. The one thing that I know that I am very good at is writing. I find it very difficult sometimes to verbalize my thoughts and I think this is because they come so rapid my tongue can not keep up with them. Besides when I write them down. I have a chance to edit them so I can say more of what I mean then what I am feeling. This blog is not meant to shame anyone that is an emotion that is personal and I can not provoke that.

When people choose to read this blog they need to know they are reading my diary, the part of my mind that most keep hidden. I have a good life and many good memories and could spend days if not months writing about them but they too are my perceptions of the events also and I think they come out in my photography and poems which seem to be overlooked when perusing my written life. I have daily confirmation from those around me that I do have direct contact with that I am not some dark depressed woman all buried in her past. I am able to use my past as a tool to further myself into greatness and to correct any misbehavior. Needless to say What you read is what you get with me. I do not feel comfortable arguing over something I do not understand or know about so I will not waste my time. I will either educate myself and concede or vindicate my words.