Philosophy – “The Evil of the Hippocratic Oath” – 5/3/2021

“Welcome the tyranny as though you accept what is offered, without regard for who is taking.”

– Modern Romanticism

This Hippocratic Oath, which is a document referring to the confidentiality for the patient, respects the vocation, to nothing more. It is not the concern for the patient, though for the vocation of therapist, doctor, and even government, all alike. To offer secrets, of information to be kept in the hands of who is trusted, is to treat these sorts as never a threat.

For the patient, or simply the “helpless one” or “victim” to trust a government or rule, is to see them as not a threat. Though, would a government… or nurse, or doctor, or therapist ever trust their patients, clients, or helpless victims? No. It is because they view them as threats.

To know the truth is to see the other side’s secrets.

However, by the Hippocratic Oath, nothing is more comforting than a doctor lying their patient, to offer a smile that never returns a second time. It is unfamiliar, yet familiar, to ourselves. A smile, that is, that generates itself as more the concern for the profession, not the person being soothed. By the Hippocratic Oath, trust does not reside in the professional. By the Hippocratic Oath, we are blinded in our ignorance, to believe we are loved, when nothing could be more false.

Filling the void with the infinite amount, is not the same as placing what would remain, eternally kept.

For what trust is, it must be two-sided for there to be genuine human connection.

Though, upon what the Hippocratic Oath states, confidentiality is as predictable as the document, itself, being strict and never fragile. Professions as doctors, to the government becoming so vast, is where we seem to be vulnerable. As we are vulnerable around the doctor, for our trust in them, is how we seem to be becoming around a government, by the same one-sided dependence.

Again, would the government depend on its people? They would not, because they view us as a threat.

To take our rights, confiscate our information, without us knowing their truth, is much becoming of this Oath. We have no right to know what they understand. Though, they’ll know as much as possible, of ourselves, all because of our unconditional trust.

Psychological Assumption – “Why PTSD Patients have Trouble with Memory” – 2/19/2021

“Of a mind’s system for memories, whether for old or newness to them, is always central when it comes to the notion of ‘moving on’. Though, the ‘freeze’ will remain upon the mind, while the affected person is still left within the past of one shattered winter.”

– Modern Romanticism

Memories cannot be made as newness, without forgiveness. To forgive the self, is harder than to pass this kindness upon even the worst traitor. Forgiving the self, requires acknowledgement for fault. It is that we cannot be innocent in anything. Without this forgiveness, we will continually punish ourselves.

Punishment is a gift. It is why the person who commits suicide, found their remorse as not worth the need for self-forgiveness. Depression is the feeling of self-blame. When all is lost, the self is left to persecute. The continued question of, “Why was I not stronger?” presses us, in that desertion upon our senses. We do not abide logic, even if it demands that we forgive fault. The recognition of fault, is to see we cannot be faultless. And, the acknowledgement of it, is to quit the denial that we still have much more to lose.

To take back, of newness, of a future, is what the depressed person cannot perceive. Their inability to surprise themselves with forgiveness, causes them to surprise all others with the final act of self-punishment. Of suicide, where the burden of self-blame kept them locked.

Forgiveness is how a person motions themselves onward. This kindness upon the self can unlock the mind.

What is more? Is it that people fear failure, or that they fear success? To fear the latter would mean a person is afraid of change. Of becoming something else, other than what they were accustomed to. Their stagnation, even of continual torment, became a sort of comfort. Though, as the greatest source of comfort and safety is always deception, something as this forgiveness would allow a person to notice truth.

To notice what a person can become, requires forgiveness. Though, as the scars remain, memories of the past would not simply disperse.

Trouble always lingers of a person’s memories, to be made into newness, out of lacking self-forgiveness. We cannot create new ones, because we are stuck with the old.

While scars remain, challenges still arise. Perhaps a person can look over their shoulder to smile, to then look forward with a neutral expression of calm.

Philosophy – “The Differences Between Love and Trust” – 2/3/2021

“What comes first? Love or trust? It must be love, because we cannot trust everyone.”

– Modern Romanticism

Does one know why the person commits suicide? It is objectively an act of self-punishment. Since it is that both love and death are gifts, due to that life cannot see when either will arrive, the person who commits suicide has chosen death for what punishment is, as opposite from forgiveness. A depressed person cannot understand how to forgive themselves. Were they to figure out how to do so, they’d be cleansed of every fault they know of themselves, to begin, once again. Life can predict its own self, being life. Though, life cannot predict love nor death. As in, life can perhaps predict when someone else will arrive, though it cannot predict the things no one knows when will come. It would be that the person who decides to end their life by their hand, knows themselves, comprehends what their preference is, as they need no one else to gift that punishment.

We state to a person, whom we know, that we will not “spoil the surprise” of their birthday present. That is a sameness to the reference of “prediction” for life knowing life, and then of one person knowing another for their preferences. Though, being of everything related to a gift, is always in what is not expected to arrive. Though, we are comforted by how we know, ourselves, that the gifting person knows us, to know our preferences. As another example by way of the preference, two lovers, during a session of sexual intercourse, comprehend easily what satisfies the other. These lovers know each other. They have learned the other’s flaws, to have accepted them. They have learned what brings pleasure, to have introduced it.

Trust is built. Same with skills. Same with respect. Knowledge is built or accumulated, because “to know” resides upon “to trust” in the same manner. The way humans are limited is not by how they love nor by how they die, though by how they live. Preciousness unto life is a sure mentality that protects those who are deemed by love to not die, as we shield the beating heart. However, through our naivety, comfort enables us to believe that a person, whom we love, cannot ever die. We forget that they might die, due to the comfort that love brings. It is through love that protects life, while it is through death that punishes the life that had no protection nor a way to forgive what was a fault.

We cling to who loves us, because of how they know us, and because they have seen our faults. Any person who has trusted another, cannot forget what they have seen. For of love, and then of trust, there is nothing more incapable to drain from our memory, than of who was once nothing in our lives. Of them becoming a form of significance, was only because we have seen what would not be revealed to anyone else. Of the things seen, are of faults now trusted within our memory bank to never misuse. It is because they were presumably placed in proper hands. If love came from nowhere, then it is the same for the earth we stand upon. What builds, is trust, is the life as the support that keeps another standing upon that earth, to keep walking. To keep their life moving forward, is only ever in the representation for who knows another, comprehends that faults cannot be what brings death of its unending gift of punishment.

Philosophy – “Why Depression is all the same” – 1/1/2021

“Can depression be removed from the life of one who suffers from it? It cannot. It is not anything related to presence. Depression is what a person suffers from, due to absence, just as a wound upon skin is missing flesh and blood.”

– Modern Romanticism

The average psychiatrist or psychologist, or those who simply study the mind, cannot seem to comprehend the very definition of depression. Contrasted from the wound to the flesh or form, being something of a physical injury, damage done to the mind is metaphysical. Meaning, it is damage that extends beyond the understanding of a psychiatrist or whoever else is just attempting to do their job. It is what the depressed person suffers from, that no person whose study is the mind, made as a profession, can offer of replacement for true mending.

Is depression something there to be removed? Can a person who suffers from depression simply be stripped from it, altogether? Depression cannot be removed, anymore than with a wound on flesh, one would make it bigger.

There are those who have cited “situational depression” and contrasted it from “clinical depression”. However, it is all the same, due to that what is missing from one’s life, being what caused the depression, might not have ever been there to begin with. As in, of “situational depression”, there had been an occurrence, of perhaps a death in a person’s own family, that caused the depression to begin. Though, of “clinical depression” where there is no obvious situation involved, such is also the same as the former example, by how “absence” is also the factor involved to what the depressed person suffers. Whether a person suffers from their depression because of a loss, or of something that was never experienced, it relates to the yearning to which makes a person suffer from that absence.

What prescription, offered by a psychiatrist or whoever else, can offer something that was once genuine or wanted to be genuine, to someone’s life? According to this, anti-depressants would be no more than placeholders, deprived of the genuineness that would fulfill an individual out, from what they lack.

It is always that a person suffers due to what has either been lost or had never been, rather than what is still present in their lives. Gratitude is the feeling we possess for what is still present in our lives, being the factor that fills the void of depression, of that darkness to which we found no light. In the realization for what is still present in our lives, rather than for what is absent, we do extend that gratitude upon it. Though, the factor of being “genuine” among all that presence, cannot relate to the materialistic, being more proof for why depression is metaphysical of an issue.

Philosophy – “Not the Depression that ever Hurt – A Critique to Psychiatry” – 12/14/2020

“Things which are lost, become phantoms, become memories of something physically present to trust. Now, trust is procreated, in something lifeless, injected, and said to be sterile or safe enough to cure an absence.”

– Modern Romanticism

To the psychiatrists who have believed a patient suffers from depression, suffers from anxiety, is not the sort able to differ “presence” from “absence”.

Is not the person who suffers from their loss, feeling depression to ring songs on their ribcage, pained by tension to knot the stomach, most truly suffering from absence? A lacking, to something, to what is needed, not for what is convenient to have. It is a fact, that convenience does not relate to necessity. And, for what is needed in one’s life, has felt for eons that it “cannot be lived without”.

To be loved, or to have shelter, is to recede from the cold into warmth. To have water, is to be malleable. To have food, is to be carved into shape. For each of these three things, it is shelter which the surviving person desires the most.

To be lost, perhaps in a wilderness, is much like the feeling of loneliness, of abandonment, in one’s own mind. To be without, is to be depressed. To wish to find, is to be anxious. To the psychiatrist’s mindset, there is a belief a person is “suffering from a mental disorder”. Yet, that is the same to say that the suffering is for presence’s sake. It is not the suffering which is presence. It is always the suffering which is absence.

It is the proven here that the field of psychiatry believes that mental illness is something to be removed. Does not the field comprehend that “removal” has already been undergone, or perhaps was never there? Does not the field comprehend that the ongoing anxiety is a symptom of survival, thereby pertaining itself to “needing necessity”, which would first be shelter?

Love. That is the ingredient, not to be injected, though given of breath, of presence to life, of everything familiar and identifiable.

No person suffers for what is present, rather for what is absent. For the psychiatrist, NP, psychologist, or therapist to say that a symptom like depression must be removed, is same to say that it is a physical problem. It is not a physical matter, as it is metaphysical. It is beyond the physical, therefore making it impossible to be removed, and only ever hidden. Only ever can it be ignored, of what the patient does truly need. Only ever upon gaining back, or receiving for the first time that necessity, can mental illness then be replaced with peace and stability of mind.

Philosophy – “No Bravery in Feeling Weak” – 12/14/2020

“Turn to that person who is undergoing sobbing, to the person who holds the noose about their neck. You are their strength, their pillar to lean on, as it cannot be them. In your mind, it should not be the case that they’d suffer, alone.”

– Modern Romanticism

There is no beauty in development. Of people’s tears, to say that it requires strength to weep, are words from those who share the same weakness. It is the weakness of neglect.

Those who weep, feel weak. Those who encourage another to cry, may as well be those who engaged the pain. How is it to the blindness of a person, who encourages another to weep, in pertaining their push to that, as strength or a show of it? It is not. Those who weep, always cry, feel weak, for that is what we must perceive of them.

It heads to the next level. We say that a person who attempts suicide, was brave. How much can we save, versus how much we can encourage? Again, those who believe suicide attempts were acts of bravery, may as well be direct encouragements for one to end their own life.

How many save lives, within their own vocation? Their profession works in the manner of nobility. Even more, how many have the heart to do it, independently of material gain? How many seek to repair, rather than to encourage another to crumble? How many step forward to become the friend of a person, instead of saying they must weep without one? Is it to a person’s depression that makes them suffer, or is it in what they lack or what was lost?

Does a person who is awarded a medal to their nobility, for their courage in saving another’s life, pertain as well to a person who ended their own life that no one saved?

Love sees no history that isn’t worth forgiving, to say that it has been forgotten, in the perception that a future can be better off without burden.

Philosophy – “Why Art should Touch on the Internal, over the External” – 12/6/2020

“There are many ways to look at the world, to perceive through various arrangements the differing colors we behold. Though, when does a person ever look within themselves, to pull out some embedded pain that they rarely wish to see?”

– Modern Romanticism

Of the world, it is in what we have created or caused. Like the world, ourselves show a reflection in a mirror, where we may or may not, or simply not wish to see something too hideous to understand. It is not something we should share love to, for that comes easy. We should share trust to it, for those demons within would become beautiful, when placed upon the canvas, or the page, or anything else, as art.

All hideousness that grows within ourselves, can become the most beautiful spectacles, when released into the expression. For that is how we peacefully empty loads. To make something another person could connect to, extinguishes the burning flame of loneliness. For when we make that kind of art, we are no longer hiding in the darkness of such pain. We have moved ourselves, in the inspiration it took to create it, as we move another person, out of what courage for them it took to look upon it.

There are people who would be proud for their pain, proud for their scars, though these are the sorts who are never able to drop their pride, to release that past into the expression. Into tears, or into a simple artwork, requires no special skill. As it is, love is a talent, making this innate part of ourselves meant to come forth, into the open arms of another individual, for their understanding to it.

Love does not die. Though, trust can. When trust receives the noose, there is distance both from ourselves, then from other people. If art can be that which a person normally does not look upon, due to fear, it can be pure.

Artists will make art based on what is around them. Though, such often enters the realms of the political, the social, and the environmental. Were a human, as an artist, or an artist, as a human, to see within, they’d find something long buried. Looking within, a person can be “deep” with their expression, allowing the embrace to another person, as the viewer or appreciator, to enter a comfort that is, as well, deep. Deep, as to be sunken in the bedsheets after a day’s worth of labor.

Humans hide things, do not reveal their flaws, and conceal their sorrows. We are never beautiful, when we are enclosed. Though, the artist who hides, is not a one, at all. We can make art all about the political, though without creativity nor imagination, involved. Such things, we see every day. Though, when is the day a person will look within, to drag out something they do not wish to see?

It is a coward’s way to follow the word of a politician. It is bravery’s way to follow the word of mouth, as an individual. Having a voice, as an artist, is the only way a person will never separate themselves from another, by means of that external stimuli. They can, in fact, be motivated and inspired by someone to trust, because they’ve closed the gap of their distance to them.

Quote – “Why Depression is Connected to Obsession” – 12/2/2020

“Why else would the Cat Lady amuse herself with a storm of cats? Why else, if not to cover up her loneliness with cats? Obsession is that which one cannot move past from, for depression digs one into a hole, into the ground where one no longer walks, though is a particle of the past. The earth, meant to be walked upon, meant as a place to ‘move forward’ in one’s life. Though, if obsession is the depressed person’s motive, it is their fear to the future that keeps them concealed, just as a corpse is, covered by dirt.”

– Modern Romanticism

Empathy Talk – “Why Suicide is the FINAL Choice” – 11/10/2020

“Whenever does the choice become clear to the awareness of finality? It is received upon the last effort to control, out of the lack of it.”

– Modern Romanticism

It is to the suicidal person, that a lack of control is their way to say that the end will be their way to have it back.

When much is crumbling about the suicidal person, their attempt to construct, is for their tomb. Their grave, their headstone, is the last construction, marking them as having made that independent choice. Outside of love, outside of protection, this had occurred.

To reconcile with their own lives, makes the suicidal person wish for one last stand, to control. For it is out of any human’s urge for independence, to have choice, to have power, to have reign, that a life is worth comprehending. And only ever for the understanding, that a person of no personal control, no freedom, can have it at the last moment.

The suicidal person, upon when their control has always been limited in their own lives, believes to earn it, upon that finality.

The final moment, the final decision, as the suicidal person wishes to have no interference in the matter. It is always that a choice, when a person desires control, wishes for no interruption. We have control, as humans, to make the independent decision, with no person to disturb it, nor to make the choice for us.

Though, why not out of love, that we can guide, not domineer? Why not out of love that we can halt the foolish decision to end? Why not out of love that we can lead through example, not force?

Personal Post – “From Instability to Stability” – 10/17/2020

“No person is ever content with their own lives, should they be filling the gap in other people with what they should be filling into themselves.”

– Modern Romanticism

I have treated pain as the source of my creativity. Though, these days, whenever I write a poem, it is not from inspiration. Sadness has always been my inspiration. Though, when life is under control, it feels alien to even admit that. Because, contentment with life is resulting in discontent with my work.

I have experienced, in 2018 and 2019, a Hell of a depression, and an immense amount of fear, though did not come from nowhere. It was a situation I had to handle, and then I came out of. Though, it was only a little later, when depression struck again over something else, and then I was forced to say upon myself, “Either I can live with this pain, or I can come up with an idea to heal it, instantly.” I chose the latter.

Of course, with any decision, it has its consequences. In healing my pain instantly, I drove creativity out of me. Though, life will always throw me another curveball. This, I know. But, when one feels strong in any point in their lives, has things maintained, one is then discontent with what they can produce, out of creativity. This would mean that discontentment with life will produce a creative work, for the artist to be content with. It would also mean that contentment with life will produce a work, for the artist to be discontent with.

From discontentment to contentment, it must be the same in a parent who looks upon their own childhood, to see something that never occurred. Then, upon having their own child, their own creation, they drill those absences to be a presence in the offspring’s mind. This forms the parent’s content, though perhaps the child’s discontent.

From creator to creation, then from discontentment to contentment, we are not satisfied, as humans, until what was absent in the past is present in the future.