Musings from the Circle
When a person is in a constant state of frenzy and stress, every once in a while, that person will find themselves at a place of helplessness and calm. This isn't the point at which all stress is relieved--no sir--this is the point when one has filtered all their psychological energy into their life and at this point can acheive the fullest, most complete state of thinking and motivation. Why is it when we are at this supposed end that we can accomplish so much? Humans are procrastinatory beings--hoping to get the most credit for least work. We do as little as possible as late as possible. And yet, if we wait too long, the moment passes and we rot beyond ripe and our mental state decomposes into carelessness.
How can we work towards our future goals when tomorrow isn't guaranteed? When we discover that it is highly likely we will experience tomorrow, we face the reality of the duties we must complete. But the value of these deadlines--the value of these accomplishments is so minute, why do we even bother? We are savage creatures and Freud believed we are in a continous tension between our insticts and the bonds of civilization. This fight is always amidst our unconscious. As if we needed another conflict with all the hundreds of other fights we face day by day. It's a wonder more people don't defenestrate themselves.
What is the key to our sanity? Is it venting our deepest darkest desires through film noir and evenings of bestial passion? Perhaps we fulfull these voids by merely watching the nightly news. Is it the humanitarian efforts that we claim serve others while serving ourselves? Humans can be ugly creatures; yet we pride ourselves as the sophisticate. Where does that pride take us? We thrive off it--of believing we are superior to all other creatures and to one another. While we have accomplished many incredible feats, we still line up on the battlefield to blow our opponents away from our territories and our economic interests.
A human life rarely carries purpose because people, despite claiming they want to find the true meaning of life, rarely actually search for it. They demand concrete answers and absolutes. It is in the acceptance of that which is ambiguous and uncertain that we gain the most knowledge. To have purpose, you must create it. While there may be pre-positioned choices, ultimate free will guides you through those choices. Perhaps there is a being that knows what roads you will follow, but ultimately the choice lies with you.
The irony of it all is that the road you pick does not matter. There is a beginning and an end. The middle will be quite different for us all. While the idealist would claim it is the middle that is most important, the essential piece of your life is not what you have done, but what your sense of self is when you reach the end of that road. There will be pain. There will be pleasure. You may do everything right or totally wrong. Understand that the standards by which you judge are yours and yours alone. Throughout life we must face others standards of judgment constantly thus causing the aforementioned frenzy and stress. In the end, it is only your sense of self that will ever really matters.
How can we work towards our future goals when tomorrow isn't guaranteed? When we discover that it is highly likely we will experience tomorrow, we face the reality of the duties we must complete. But the value of these deadlines--the value of these accomplishments is so minute, why do we even bother? We are savage creatures and Freud believed we are in a continous tension between our insticts and the bonds of civilization. This fight is always amidst our unconscious. As if we needed another conflict with all the hundreds of other fights we face day by day. It's a wonder more people don't defenestrate themselves.
What is the key to our sanity? Is it venting our deepest darkest desires through film noir and evenings of bestial passion? Perhaps we fulfull these voids by merely watching the nightly news. Is it the humanitarian efforts that we claim serve others while serving ourselves? Humans can be ugly creatures; yet we pride ourselves as the sophisticate. Where does that pride take us? We thrive off it--of believing we are superior to all other creatures and to one another. While we have accomplished many incredible feats, we still line up on the battlefield to blow our opponents away from our territories and our economic interests.
A human life rarely carries purpose because people, despite claiming they want to find the true meaning of life, rarely actually search for it. They demand concrete answers and absolutes. It is in the acceptance of that which is ambiguous and uncertain that we gain the most knowledge. To have purpose, you must create it. While there may be pre-positioned choices, ultimate free will guides you through those choices. Perhaps there is a being that knows what roads you will follow, but ultimately the choice lies with you.
The irony of it all is that the road you pick does not matter. There is a beginning and an end. The middle will be quite different for us all. While the idealist would claim it is the middle that is most important, the essential piece of your life is not what you have done, but what your sense of self is when you reach the end of that road. There will be pain. There will be pleasure. You may do everything right or totally wrong. Understand that the standards by which you judge are yours and yours alone. Throughout life we must face others standards of judgment constantly thus causing the aforementioned frenzy and stress. In the end, it is only your sense of self that will ever really matters.
posted by Ruby @ 9:30 PM
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