Feeling is Living.

Emotions are the sensory experience of the soul. They are a natural part of life—feeling is living.

Some believe that being emotional shows a lack of maturity, control, perhaps even the absence of professionalism, instability.

Perhaps emotion accompanies these, but they are not one in the same.

I observe people who try so hard to portray that their mind and soul is a tranquil lake; nothing affects them so much to tip either way on the emotional spectrum.

If we get angry, panicked, extremely enthused, we are behaving inappropriately, and should squander the nonsense.

Suffocating emotions is not living. What are we trying to prove? It’s really an injustice to human authenticity.

We run from our feelings, our memories, the discomfort; each time we turn on the television, scroll through our phone apps, we are subconsciously distracting ourselves. Distraction happens in a myriad of forms.

I’ve embraced the guilt of displaying emotion for most of my life, as I am an extremely passionate person. Fading into the background is more agreeable, and therefore we should all model ourselves this way. Be reasonable, put your head down, don’t make a scene, and you will succeed.

Succeed in what? What am I trying to achieve?

Cause I can’t stand feeling nothing, I can’t stand feeling old, I can’t stand standing for nothing when standing up is all I know. –California Burritos, Chuck Ragan

Those with fire in their hearts will be disliked by many who prefer to keep their head down and coast on life’s grand sailboat.

That’s fine. I’m not saying there’s anything necessarily wrong with choosing that path. And I think it’s the path that most will take.

But it’s not me. It never has been.

I feel. That is a part of bipolar disorder in its most intimate sense. I have experienced the highest highs and lowest lows.

I don’t regret that. Some will never feel how I have felt. And I kind of feel sorry for them in a way. Whenever my life comes to an end, I will be able to say wholeheartedly that I have felt the deepest love, the most abysmal pain, the bitterest loneliness, and the greatest joy.

My passion and sincerity in everything I do, that is going to put some people off. Some people won’t like me.

Some want me to be quiet, do what everyone else does, refrain from speaking up and affecting change. Perhaps others are uncomfortable with the experience I’ve been given; I will embrace life in a way that may appear unusual to the boat-shoe sailor.

One of the most important things I’ve learned in adulthood is to fully embrace who I am. I’m not all the way there yet, as it takes a while for the brain to learn a new way of thinking and observing the outside world, but being authentic to myself is the only way to achieve peace and to live our authentic life.

I have learned the hard way how doing what I think I should do instead of living my own personal dream affects the soul.

I will not compromise myself or feel bad for who I am. I do agree wholeheartedly that emotions can harm others, and yes, I should be careful of instances in which my emotions create toxicity. People with bipolar and their loved ones know what I mean. But the key is to seek those who believe in my life philosophy, not to keep trying to convince those who disagree with it.

And the sailors need to come to terms with what is emotional toxicity and what is their discomfort with a display of emotion by the fire hearts.

Staying true to myself does pay off in the end. And being who we are allows us to create success.

If you are an emotional person, don’t apologize. If emotions were not meant to be felt, they would not exist. Be who you are, and surround yourself with others who believe emotions are an asset and a display of an honest human spirit. 

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