How do you feel, knowing that you will never have me again, That once you knew my soul, but now I'm just a memory, A distant world you once called home!?!? How do you feel, knowing that in the end, none of your rules mattered, That you could have tasted the Universe, But, you decided to deny it, in fear!?!? How do you feel, knowing that there was no purpose, That all there was, is choice, And you have chosen not to live, waiting for me to beg you to dare!?!? Asked, Your Life!!!
Too many times I hear the phrase ” just don’t think about it”, ” don’t give it more weight than it actually has”.
And as I do agree that complicating situations more than is necessary or overthinking, is a harmful habit in which we all indulge more than the advised dose, not thinking things trough at all and ” just go with the flow” somehow appears to me as harmful as overdoing it.
The new age trend of ” playing it cool” or ” taking it easy” seems to take over the old concept of ” fair-play” and responsible communication. So overwhelming that I can cite dozens of synonyms for ” keeping it simple”.
Human interactions lack reliance, respect and responsibility and it seem to have been forgotten, that not so long time ago, this values wore the base of any relationship.
Speaking one’s mind and expressing true interest, even a simple two way communication has been abolished and reduced to a state of shame in which those who are claiming or using it are perceived as weak and accused of not knowing how to ” play the game”.
The new purpose of life is living in oblivion, striving to eliminate any trace of humanity. The ” follow your feelings” has transformed in ” follow your desires” and care not for the other. The happiness has return to satisfying primal cravings, and as long as one fills his time with shallow entertainment, he will not need to attend any deeper reflection upon one’s purpose in life.
There is no purpose anymore, we have succeeded to convert ourselves in a dormant being, and as long as we have ourselves entertained with “not thinking” and not reflecting upon the usefulness of our actions, we will forever be satisfied.
Like a morphine dozed corps, we have given up on our souls for the sake of physical pleasure.
Analyzing our thoughts or even more, taking action, takes a tremendous amount of discomfort. Just the thought of standing out against the collective agreement upon what “is in” and what is outdated can be for some, the worst fear.
It all started way above our level of conscious perception. It started as a punch in our ego, as a salvation for our lost souls, as a fulfillment of our unattended need for recognition.
The society took advantage of our weaknesses and gave us an imaginary world to belong to, a world in which we need not to think anymore, in which, the degradation of the human values is normality, so we need not to feel responsible for anything.
The society takes all the responsibility. In fact, the more ignorant we become, more protective “The Society” becomes towards our hypocrisy, defending our rights and nourishing our dormant minds with more demeaning ideas.
A nation without values, is a nation which will not rebel, a nation which will not ask questions,
A nation feeding on temporary pleasures will enslave itself voluntary, asking for more.
We have become the slaves of ” The Society” , begging for its jars of honey, served abundantly but which will never end up satisfying our hunger.
Perfect love, supreme power, unfading beauty, they are all at a reach of hand, if we only, “play it right enough”, “stay cool” and ” just do it”, and somehow, even though we never seem to reach it, we have convinced ourselves that they are there, it’s just a matter of keep looking and dismissing everything that doesn’t fit the expectations.
We are not investing in a friendship anymore, we are barely using people to fulfill our needs, and whoever can fulfill that need is our friend, until someone else suits better for the job. And care not reciprocating the attendance, ” why should someone make such a drama and ask for reciprocity”, ” get a life” we say.
I dare not to get dipper into a human relationship, bounded by sacrifice, care, empathy, and open communication. It’s a myth now days, a nostalgic feeling or “saudade” as the Portuguese say ” a constant feeling of absence, the sadness of something that’s missing, wishful longing for completeness”.
A feeling that many use as an excuse for running, a feeling that we have reached to treasure more than the actual fulfillment of love.
Somehow, feeling sad and not understood, has became more appealing than the real happiness. And how can it be different, in a world in which, people connect trough suffering, and happiness is seen as a delusion.
Calmness and peacefulness are for yogis. Eccentricity, reserved for the rich, or those which ” have no important things to do.”
“Real people” as they call themselves, have no time for childish behaviors, or for indulging in reflection or self analysis. They barely have time to exist.
We live to work and we work to live. We gather wealth as an end purpose, and not for a purpose.
The most striking of all, we claim to be self sufficient, INDEPENDENT beings, working continuously to prove that, we need no one to be happy, without ever being able to reach that happiness, following however, the values created by our COLLECTIVE imagination, called SOCIETY.
Not even God has all the world believing, and still, never gave up on expressing Its beauty.
For those who are wondering what God has to do with traveling and discovering, let me share with you a story that will give you a hint.
While I have never been a people pleaser, and by contrary I have lived my life in ways, many time out of the social expectation, I just recently realized that I did so, many times from fear, fear of not being good enough to please the society.
It’s 18: 50 PM, and I am now standing at my desk, taking small sips of my first coffee of the day; for the first time in a long while, I am grateful for it.
Every drop of caffeine, its rushing trough my veins at a speed that awakens my lethargic body.
After standing on no water nor food, from 3:00 AM, with just a short nap, my brain is overwhelmed with the power of caffeine, now about to take over.Thousand of neuronal connections, are now electrifying, watering the dry fields of my brain, creating a mix of anxiousness and vigilance.
3 Hours ago…
My brain starts having difficulties concentrating: It’s hard to focus, so I am lying down, trying to fool myself that I am sleepy.
My confused body, its getting dehydrated fast, and now rends itself, prisoner under the chains of my mental struggle. It suppose to be hard but still, I thought I will be able to continue my normal routine.
It’s not the case… The best I can do on my Ramadan baptism, its to apace my body and wait, distract my mind from counting the seconds. I wish I could read, but my mind its too obsessed with food fairy -tales. My lips are dry and I start coughing, I haven’t staid before without water for more than 1 hour or 2
However, I try to center myself and remember that the whole purpose of fasting is overpowering your mind, your instincts and habits; becoming the master of your mind and body.
OHHH, You were thinking you are in control, didn’t you ? you decide when you eat and sleep, when you buy or watch something…
Well, not really!… you are taking those decisions, in an unconsciousness attempt of satisfying your deeper instincts. And the worst part is that some of us, don’t even realize that those instincts are keeping us from functioning at out full potential.
And while I am not saying we should prohibit ourselves life-pleasures at all times, once in a while, a detoxing diet, both physical, mental and spiritual, will make us conscious and more in command of our Earthy beings.
Today I did it, but costed me…my inner beast fought with me, proclaiming it’s rights…and today I won!!!
At the end of the day, when the time has come to break the Fast, after 14 hours without food or water, my hunger was still there, but my mind was grateful and in peace!!!
Being “solo” has always been considered as good enough to be pitied for. And for a good reason; You have to cry yourself a river, get up and soak it of alone, and pad yourself on the shoulder to cheer up.😅
However let’s not take ourselves so serious …We have to be able to handle our own S##t before we share other’s. 😉
The same happens when people hear about “solo-travelling”.
“Who is gonna be taking your pictures?, with who are you gonna share the hotel fees?, who will gonna protect you from the world? “
All sorts of worries come up like mushrooms after the first rain.
We have all experienced this feeling at a point in time. Being lost is part of our life journey, is a necessity in our initiatic trajectory to discovering our life purpose.
What makes my journey worth being laid out on paper, is the turning point in which, being lost, has become a choice, a choice that gifted me unthinkable experiences, breathtaking views, mind gripping stories, and an addiction I don’t want to be cured of.
As many, I have been cruising trough life, without having a clue if I am heading anywhere or if I even belong to any specific place. I just left myself carried by the waves of destiny, hopping that someday, I will be stroked by an “Eureka” moment and have my life set up, my life-goals bullet-pointed, and my road laid out in front of my sore feet, ready to GO.