Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Under the Bed
When you were a little girl or boy, did you ever fear "the monster under the bed"? Did you ever hear that there were skeletons in the closet? I have and at times still fear them. But I have come to realize the true meaning of such creatures lurking in the dark where few hang around.
As I got older, I learned that the skeletons in the closet were just past regrets pushed aside. This realization soon led me to become fearless of my closet. Now, I walk into that closet with clothes hung and a couple of shoe boxes strewn around the floor and not once do I jump at strange noises or sights.
However, as the years passed, my monster under the bed kept creeping out every night. There was even a long period of time where I would abandon my bed and sleep with my parents in hope that they'll protect me. Similarly, I remember asking my mom why there had to be a monster under my bed and if the monster could live somewhere else.
Only now do I realize my monster's significance. Like the skeletons, the monster was nothing but a figment of my imagination and a symbol for something else entirely.
The monster under the bed is nothing more than our conscience.
Everyone builds up a conscience and when we lie, cheat, steal or just hurt others or ourselves, the monster grows and grows to become a terrible thing. Therefore, as a child, when we ate that extra cookie or tugged little Mary's pig tails or lied to our parents so we wouldn't get in trouble, this all added up to become our own little "monster under the bed".
Nevertheless, none will realize the wrong they did until they step away and rest their mind from the situation. For me and probably several others, my bed is where I'm most vulnerable for my conscience to slip in. Hence, when I get comfortable in my warm/cool bed, my conscience comes out from "under the bed" to remind me of the bad I've done to myself and others.
So why don't we all just put aside some time and clean "under our beds" so that just maybe we can have the first true night of well deserved sleep. And who knows the monster may just disappear by saying a few words to a friend, a family member, your neighbor or even a stranger. But whoever you choose to help you pack your monster's bags, remember that the first step is always the hardest but it will get easier as time moves on.
As I got older, I learned that the skeletons in the closet were just past regrets pushed aside. This realization soon led me to become fearless of my closet. Now, I walk into that closet with clothes hung and a couple of shoe boxes strewn around the floor and not once do I jump at strange noises or sights.
However, as the years passed, my monster under the bed kept creeping out every night. There was even a long period of time where I would abandon my bed and sleep with my parents in hope that they'll protect me. Similarly, I remember asking my mom why there had to be a monster under my bed and if the monster could live somewhere else.
Only now do I realize my monster's significance. Like the skeletons, the monster was nothing but a figment of my imagination and a symbol for something else entirely.
The monster under the bed is nothing more than our conscience.
Everyone builds up a conscience and when we lie, cheat, steal or just hurt others or ourselves, the monster grows and grows to become a terrible thing. Therefore, as a child, when we ate that extra cookie or tugged little Mary's pig tails or lied to our parents so we wouldn't get in trouble, this all added up to become our own little "monster under the bed".
Nevertheless, none will realize the wrong they did until they step away and rest their mind from the situation. For me and probably several others, my bed is where I'm most vulnerable for my conscience to slip in. Hence, when I get comfortable in my warm/cool bed, my conscience comes out from "under the bed" to remind me of the bad I've done to myself and others.
So why don't we all just put aside some time and clean "under our beds" so that just maybe we can have the first true night of well deserved sleep. And who knows the monster may just disappear by saying a few words to a friend, a family member, your neighbor or even a stranger. But whoever you choose to help you pack your monster's bags, remember that the first step is always the hardest but it will get easier as time moves on.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
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