I was doing the graveyard shift yesterday night protecting other country’s ships.
Say, you made a friend, one who wields power. You vow to protect him. He promises you many benefits. Likewise, it’s the same with us. Part of, as they say, diplomatic relations. Protecting a powerful country’s warship grants our own country many benefits in many areas.
In three hours, I cleared less than ten vehicles. Who in their right mind would deprive themselves of crucial sleep anyway? Not even foreigners who chose to spend time getting drunk. Clearing half awake foreigners, part of my service to the nation.
Most of my three hours was spent staring into the never ending straight road ahead, one lighted by the warm glow of orange streetlamps. There are people who think this kind of job is good. Yes, it was good for me. The three hours was time well spent. I entertained my mind, pondering deeply into issues that affect me much. I didn’t need to get drunk to satisfy myself. And I will share one of those issues here in this journal entry – my inner voice.
In the experiencing of every moment, we stimulate our senses. However, i believe that different people stimulate each of their senses all to varying extents. And this is only possible because not everyone have the same kind of upbringing, not everyone have the same kind of experiences. Some people’s lives intertwined with others. This can have an impact on them for life. And some experiences just change people completely. Sometimes, it is not even their own doing to begin with. There are people who, as compared to others, rely less on what they see and more on their what they hear.
As for me, I rely most on what I hear – inside of me. My inner voice, that is.
I have come to realize that how my inner voice controls me determines a significant part of who i am and what i do. The thoughts that go through my head is amplified by this inner voice. The inner voice speaks to me, commands me at other times, and advices me. Sometimes my inner voice reflects thoughts and feelings largely influenced by the environment i am in or with the people i mix with. Sometimes my inner voice keeps itself silent in my own private moments of ecstasy. Perhaps in these moments an equally ecstatic voice takes it’s place. Still, the inner voice determines most of what i think, including the thinking and writing of this post.
Realizing this, it becomes instinctive that I can change who I am simply by how I think. I can improve on who I am through the inspiration of my inner voice.
But it is detrimental to over control it. I have my fair share of panic attacks which can recur anytime and I am most vulnerable in these moments. Most of the time, no one can understand how much this affects me. They just think its another of those anxiety-disorder-you-just-need-to-calm-down kind of thing. They do know how to say it simply. It is harder to put comfort in the saying of it.
I learnt how to rely on myself to solve my own problems when I find others don’t take me too seriously for it. They think it can be solve by consuming tablets, go on inhaler and all. They think it can just disappear and you’ll be fine the next day.
Then I realize their opinions don’t really matter. I know for myself how going through these episodes hurt. It affect me till today.
There is hope for a permanent cure though. But no, not in some magical tablet that doctors claim to prescribe and oh-you’ll-be-okay-after-finishing-your-dosage. Even though our medical industry has become somewhat overly commercialized, I trust when doctors say I have to take a certain dosage of medication. After all, I believe they are much more knowledgeable in the theories and specifics of medical science, considering they are armed with information accumulated over years of study, something that I do not have.
Yet, I am not entirely sure if I want to be cured of it.
There are the times when I become anxious. But I know its because I care about what happens.
There are the times when I rush what I say. But that’s because I believe in the power and ability of ideas over the way or manner it should be said.
There are times when I withdraw into myself. But that’s because I hate to be patronized. I hope people takes me seriously for who I am and the problems I face.
I learn to rely on my inner voice over time. Having knowledge of how my inner voice works and controls my life makes a huge difference to how i live each day of my life. A life I treasure. A life that’s precious.
“Something To Believe In” (Aqualung)
You talk too much.
Maybe that’s your way of breaking up the silence,
that fills you up.
But it doesn’t sound the same
When no one’s really listening
We stumble into our lives –
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find a certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they’re empty.
Press my face to the ground
I’ve gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in.
Something to believe in.
You have too much.
You’re spending all your time
Collecting and discovering
It’s not enough.
And no matter how you try,
You never find the one you want.