Life is filled with countless possibilities. (Options) A magnitude of multi-colored, multi-faceted, multi-variegated paths are available at all times for your personal artistic exploration. You have not been left out! You have simply allowed yourself to become fenced in by what appears to be ‘conflicting’ boundaries. Because you chose to pursue a limiting train of thought, your life has provided you with the material to build that bridge of oppression.  Nothing that you are currently surrounded by or living with has been “Put upon you.”  Those things that you think are the most suppressive are in fact the numerous runways for your inevitable take-off. Stop repeating to yourself how you want to fly, when you won’t even change your hairstyle, try something new fashion, dine out in an unfamiliar restaurant, and indulge yourself in great uninhibited sex. The hindrances and obstacles you maintain you have ‘to put up with’ are no more than the pre-fabricated pessimistic ideas you alone have invented. No other person is responsible for your limiting expression of life. There’s more than one runway on the air field.

You are not in a knowledgeable enough position to evaluate properly your current circumstance. {For no other reason than the fact that you are on the same level with that person}. Did you perceive yourself as something entirely different?  Not so.  You vibrate to what you are and have need of at the time. He/she is miserably displaying what you in actuality are afraid to admit, voice or experience. Fear is the culprit. Nothing other than the face of your oppressor is tauntingly grand staging a side of you; you don’t want to look at.  You say you’re sick and tired of the same old rut. You want some real fantasy, excitement, romance interjected. NOW! You yearn to sing, dance, draw, create, laugh enjoy sex more and differently instead of moaning and groaning about what’s wrong.  You feel yourself getting old fast. You feel tired, run down and plain out lousy. And, you say it’s not your fault. Not true. It’s irrevocably your fault. You want this. You need this.  You love this. You would or couldn’t have it any other way at the moment.

In fact, instead of pursuing the aims of your innermost earnest desires, you feed the flame of your despair. {A lot of drama involved in being so ‘special’} You like drama.  In order to play out and survive this deceptively blatant picture you have drawn by your own hand, {including the ill-conceived thoughts conjured up by you} you must step back or up and without being emotionally attached to your self-created dilemma, laugh.  That’s right! Laugh. Laugh uproariously in the midst of your seemingly prolonged agony. Change the channels. Shock yourself. Do something utterly opposite from what you would normally do. Eat half the chocolate cake. Go ahead. Can’t do that?  Well of course you can.  You do! You just do it in an inbvious way by venting in directions that are not so easily detectible. Listen to how many times you use the word “I” in the run of a day. You are feeling deliberating threatened and abandoned. But, it’s not the other who has crafted this so-called hurtful ordeal; it’s you.