Sometimes the deepest breaths leave you gasping for air rather than filling you with hope. Is it significance you feel when you are needed for material contribution, or is significance felt when the essence of you is known and appreciated? Questioning life and finding its answers in love is only therapeutic if that love can … Continue reading Fleeting Thoughts (IX)
Gratitude is easy to recognise in the obvious things that bring us immediate comfort or relief. Having a job, a place to stay, being surrounded by loved ones, and so on. We know that if we take them for granted it increases the risk of it being snatched away. Either by someone else, or through neglect.
A therapeutic release of clutter is one in which there is no need to string together coherent thoughts. Coherent thoughts dictate a concern for what came before, or what needs to come after which reflects the earnestness of life. Life itself does not afford us the indulgence of being inconsequential, or being oblivious to consequence. … Continue reading Fleeting Thoughts (VII)
One of my favourite movie scenes is the one in The Matrix where the agent holds down Neo's head as he has him pinned down to the railway tracks. With the sound of an oncoming train rumbling in the distance, the agent pulls Neo's head up and says in the coldest, driest, and most deliberate … Continue reading The Sound of Inevitability
A pause from futility. Does it make the pause fruitful or futile? Futility is the state of a jaded mind. It's the mind that looks at a happy moment, recognises its ephemeral nature and waits patiently for it to pass, while taking comfort from being right about its passing. Does it make that mind jaded, … Continue reading A Pause
During my morbid years, you know, the years that are accompanied by knowing everything, followed by the years of futility before we realise that adults are weighed down with responsibility rather than just being deliberately boring, I found it attractive to look forward to death. Living beyond the age of 23 was not a life … Continue reading Dying is Easy