Tag: safety

Reflection

Yesterday, I had the honor and priceless privilege to be a guest on BottomlessCoffee007‘s podcast.

In conversation, he asked me, ” Why did you choose the word safe instead of beneficial?” when I was defining the point of “good/healthy mental health.”

At the time, I knew it was the necessary word… But, it even puzzled me as to why. I spent the night thinking about it. As I do with every encounter to my life, I discect and analyze it until my understanding has been satisfied.

Safety is apart of the intent in which laws are created, enforced, and adjusted. Safety is apart of the intent when troops travel to enemy lines and fight back. Safety is apart of the intent why most civilians buy fire arms.

Good mental health is when our choices are safe: for ourselves and toward others. Safety is consideration of physical well-being. Safety also involves physical well-being of two or more individuals.

Now, beneficial… Is a state in which an individual gains something. Sometimes, beneficial is a positive. It’s not always.

Let’s consider education. It’s beneficial for children to attend school, so they gain knowledge and acquire a job. Usually, attending school is also a safe choice.

Now, let’s consider methamphetamines. It’s possibly beneficial for an individual with severe pain to take a very slight amount of it, to control it. Is it safe? Not really because it’s addictive.

Beneficial doesn’t mean good. There’s cons to situations that may “benefit” someone…. When the individual chooses to behave in a safe manner, there’s a much less chance of a loss. There’s less amount of lives impacted by negativity.

This is my reasoning anyway.

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I should have listened

Taken from Promptuarium

I should have listened to my friends,

When they said, “That’s not a good idea.”

I should have listened when they said,

“It’s getting really late.”

I should have listened to my friends,

When they said, ” He’s just playing you.

Making you his hourly rate.”

I should have listened to my friends,

When I walked into that house,

When he handed me that cup.

I should have listened to my friends,

Instead of fuckin up.

My friends didn’t know I went,

My friends didn’t pour me that drink,

My friends didn’t see the pop “drop”,

Couldn’t carry me when I couldn’t think.

You see,

If I listened to my friends,

I would’ve stayed home, safe,

I would’ve remembered that night,

Instead of questioning rape.

If I listened to my friends,

I wouldn’t wake up

Paranoid

Terrified, Living

fight or flight.

I wouldn’t be carrying this baby,

Scared and physically ill.

I would understand intuitive

Voices, and

Respected my free will.

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