A voyage to the now...
As tuesdays hold so regular, I sat to to drink and discuss the wiles of the week. And as obvious as so, we all engaged in what was going, what had happened, where in the week had our own personal heirophanies occurred. The bartender with the enigmatic name that stirs me, gave us his week which again was stirring and also stuck me with a question: "If life could be put into an equation than all the possible decisions you could make are the variables." I've thought about it for a long ass minute, and it's somewhat true. But then you have to factor in the variables that you truly have no control over. The decisions that were made for you.
But to me this theoretical idea is very clever and utopian, but what is the product following the equation. What is the answer? "Life." Bullshit. What's the answer?
Being content is one thing I've been wrestling with on the regular. Contentment is one of those dedicated words to an enigma likened to "culture" or "time." Something that people groups create, envision to define variables in the life of the peoples. I find it hard to draw the line of contentment in one's life and push forward in pursuit of happiness.
I've been hypothesizing why the need for hazardous consumption of unneeded substances in one's life has occurred since the conception of the human psyche. It seems all people groups have found necessity for some sort of hallucinogen or drug of choice. But why? I feel it goes back to all the aforementioned ideas. Man has an inability to be content due to the inability to truly live in the present. It sounds of Eastern philosophy but give it a chance. Any sort of drug induced or alcohol induced or shopping induced high, gives a person the ability to be hyper-present. They are able to feel the palpable beat of the rhythm found sound-induced world. When we are covered by the presence of some drug, we are totally sensitized to the present. The past is but a whisper, and the future is a quiet dream, but the present is all that is truly heard. To feel the present heat of the reality of energy, is what may be what it means to be alive. Sound is real, feeling is real, power is absurd, and euphoria is found in the simpleness of reality.
Once birthed into this world we are found in the negative. Stratified layers of indoctrination of life are piled higher and higher. Days collect more and more, and baggage takes weight in the life of a human. From then on out, after conception, moreover, after birth, life forwarded towards entropy is against you. That's what makes life so hard to live in the present. It takes sizable amounts of energy and faith to dispose wholeheartedly of every wrong against and every wrong done.
This also brings up a current of thought that accesses the need for systemized living. Peoples indulge their souls in these ideologies for many reasons--utterly too complex to really deconstruct--but this is another plight for this kind of life. Systemized thought though allows all its followers to give an idea of a different past and more utopian future that anesthetizes its believer from dealing with the true present. Also, it offers present moments over-saturated in a present high that would leave most not ever wanting to leave. But this life again doesn't really deal, I mean give the self power over the past too deal with the future in order to feel the present.
I don't have the answer for the rest, but for me, I just have to find myself in the present. Live dammit. Abstract intellectualizing is neat, but sometimes you just gotta live.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
But to me this theoretical idea is very clever and utopian, but what is the product following the equation. What is the answer? "Life." Bullshit. What's the answer?
Being content is one thing I've been wrestling with on the regular. Contentment is one of those dedicated words to an enigma likened to "culture" or "time." Something that people groups create, envision to define variables in the life of the peoples. I find it hard to draw the line of contentment in one's life and push forward in pursuit of happiness.
I've been hypothesizing why the need for hazardous consumption of unneeded substances in one's life has occurred since the conception of the human psyche. It seems all people groups have found necessity for some sort of hallucinogen or drug of choice. But why? I feel it goes back to all the aforementioned ideas. Man has an inability to be content due to the inability to truly live in the present. It sounds of Eastern philosophy but give it a chance. Any sort of drug induced or alcohol induced or shopping induced high, gives a person the ability to be hyper-present. They are able to feel the palpable beat of the rhythm found sound-induced world. When we are covered by the presence of some drug, we are totally sensitized to the present. The past is but a whisper, and the future is a quiet dream, but the present is all that is truly heard. To feel the present heat of the reality of energy, is what may be what it means to be alive. Sound is real, feeling is real, power is absurd, and euphoria is found in the simpleness of reality.
Once birthed into this world we are found in the negative. Stratified layers of indoctrination of life are piled higher and higher. Days collect more and more, and baggage takes weight in the life of a human. From then on out, after conception, moreover, after birth, life forwarded towards entropy is against you. That's what makes life so hard to live in the present. It takes sizable amounts of energy and faith to dispose wholeheartedly of every wrong against and every wrong done.
This also brings up a current of thought that accesses the need for systemized living. Peoples indulge their souls in these ideologies for many reasons--utterly too complex to really deconstruct--but this is another plight for this kind of life. Systemized thought though allows all its followers to give an idea of a different past and more utopian future that anesthetizes its believer from dealing with the true present. Also, it offers present moments over-saturated in a present high that would leave most not ever wanting to leave. But this life again doesn't really deal, I mean give the self power over the past too deal with the future in order to feel the present.
I don't have the answer for the rest, but for me, I just have to find myself in the present. Live dammit. Abstract intellectualizing is neat, but sometimes you just gotta live.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy