Terxpahseyton
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IMAGINE - A REACH FOR THE MERE POSSIBLE
I don't know about you, but at times I feel like my contradicting urges are ripping me apart, like all those feelings just can not find a place within little me and have no choice but to rip through my skin and make a mess.
It is a feeling of dislocation, because whatever place I am at it isn't right, so some other place got to be it. And at times it is. But soon enough, it isn't and the game begins anew until I arrive at another place of temporary piece.
And I know it is just a neverending chase. I know this holds no real satisfaction, only momentary relieve. No real value. I know in my heart that it leads nowhere.
So the question arises - where is it at? Where is this place of piece and reconciliation? Where can I truly be rather than chase ghosts?
I think there are two things a person can do. Dive into the sea of its own humanity. Or chase images of civilization. And I think the former is way more gratifying and fulfilling than the latter.
But it seems to me that the latter is imposed upon us all.
And that to me is the tragedy of modern human kind. Tragedy is just a word, easily ignored. But if truly realized, it in this instance means that millions of people just like U are grabbed and stabbed and fracked by society at this very moment. Have their free and true soul hit and picked and bend until it confirms to common paradigms of efficiency.
Am I just a dumb hippy?
I don't know.
I only know that there is so much more than we allow us to have.
I don't know about you, but at times I feel like my contradicting urges are ripping me apart, like all those feelings just can not find a place within little me and have no choice but to rip through my skin and make a mess.
It is a feeling of dislocation, because whatever place I am at it isn't right, so some other place got to be it. And at times it is. But soon enough, it isn't and the game begins anew until I arrive at another place of temporary piece.
And I know it is just a neverending chase. I know this holds no real satisfaction, only momentary relieve. No real value. I know in my heart that it leads nowhere.
So the question arises - where is it at? Where is this place of piece and reconciliation? Where can I truly be rather than chase ghosts?
I think there are two things a person can do. Dive into the sea of its own humanity. Or chase images of civilization. And I think the former is way more gratifying and fulfilling than the latter.
But it seems to me that the latter is imposed upon us all.
And that to me is the tragedy of modern human kind. Tragedy is just a word, easily ignored. But if truly realized, it in this instance means that millions of people just like U are grabbed and stabbed and fracked by society at this very moment. Have their free and true soul hit and picked and bend until it confirms to common paradigms of efficiency.
Am I just a dumb hippy?
I don't know.
I only know that there is so much more than we allow us to have.