Automatic Stabilizers

There are so many people I've come across in the past, who just aren't satisfied with who they are. Always want more to satisfy something that they are missing inside. To know inside that you're quite alright, or even better than that is important. Some have done so much to other people that they are guilt stricken an no matter what they do, a self loathing exists that they cannot dispel. It like an automatic stabilizer, or even a form of karma, just not in its traditional sense. Not enforced by a higher being, rather yourself. No matter what you do, you can't run away from your guilt, they will always be there. But if you do enough good things in you life, then there is form of give and take, judged only by ones own head. You can lie to a million people, but you can't lie to yourself. I've seen some 'shiny' people loved by all, living like kings, but behind closed doors, tears roll down their cheeks. They live their lives by others judgments, but never quite happy with their own. Constantly looking at the 'stars' of this world, looking for a hidden meaning, a loop hole, but there is none. Reading through self help magazines, reading all those self help books. Eventually, either they have to rectify their ways, or run a course which is distended for worse. To make amends with yourself is all you can do, you should try it before its made illegal.

This is something I've thought about quite a bit in the past. Met a few of them in my life time. No one can save them, they can only find themselves. Started thinking about it all over again, after coming across "low place like home - sneaker pimps." Kick ass song, and a top band, give them a spin if you get the chance...

Low place like home - Sneaker Pimps

You walked all over, in your blunderstones
In your own road movie, with your one armed man
Gonna make it to the problem page
Trouble-shoot your life
Gonna make it to the problem page
Need some time and space

Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a low place like home
Low place like home

You talked it over from your bedroom throne
Making sense of nothing, like your one armed man,
Read your future in the magazine, search your stars for clues
Read your future in the magazine, tells you what to lose

Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a low place like home
Low place like home

You fall all over, in your small town heels
Catching hold of nothing, like your one armed man,
Treat your life like a tragedy, self-inflict abuse
Treat your life like a tragedy, precious else to choose
Crucify yourself, I hope you find yourself

In a low place like home
Low place like home

(Lyrics from song)