This is absolutely savage;
The night turn so dark?
The breeze turn so cold?
The pain turn so real?
There is absolutely none.
This is absolutely savage;
The night turn so dark?
The breeze turn so cold?
The pain turn so real?
There is absolutely none.
Perhaps all of us are connected
In a not so obvious way
That transcends beyond that
Which we see or know;
Maybe we are connected
In a deeper way
That goes more in depth than that
Which we can ever seek to express;
They say we speak more in
Non-verbal ways than we think:
That which we communicate
Is more of body language than words;
I think we connect and communicate
On an unconscious mind level
Where soul to soul we meet and know
That we are all simply
(I just developed an idea that we actually connect and communicate more on the unconscious level than we know. What we term as intuition, or perhaps even what we process in dreams, is just the unconscious mind relaying information to the conscious mind that it has picked up from other minds (or sources which we consciously know not of yet), that which our conscious mind is not able to actively absorb or comprehend due to the sensory information that the conscious mind takes care of. Perhaps it is time for us to trust our intuition and “gut feel” more, that perhaps it is this that is of clarity, rather than that which we think is clear to us.)
This one shall be on my pet subject of many years now, and it is on solitude and loneliness (critically, their differences). I have written quite a bit on this topic over the years, and I have somehow become decently acquainted with these two words over the many times I have penned my thoughts down on them.
Perhaps you would disagree with me, but I see solitude as a state and loneliness as an emotion. Why do I say that? Well you can do things and live your life in solitude, and it is solitude rather than loneliness if you do not feel the void or the emptiness as you go about your every day.
You can certainly say loneliness is a state too, but it is not so if it is not cemented by the intensity of the aloneness that you feel. Fundamentally, loneliness can be referred to as a state induced by the feeling of emptiness or a deep desire for affection and interaction; if simplified, it can also be viewed in its naked light as that very feeling itself.
On the other hand, solitude is more of a choice that you make with regards to your lifestyle and the way you conduct your life. You may like to do things alone, be alone, live alone, and go about your every day (largely) alone; this is a decision you make and has no resultant or accompanying emotion (yes of course emotions are always present, but you get what I mean).
As such we can see solitude as a behavioural pattern, while loneliness is a feeling that may or may not accompany this solitude. Given the innate nature of humans as social creatures, it is not wrong to say that all who live in solitude will experience bouts of loneliness once in awhile (with the duration and intensity varying from individual to individual and from circumstance to circumstance), but it is not however true to say that those who are lonely experience states of solitude since loneliness itself is not a choice.
Solitude is a good thing: we all need time alone with ourselves to better acquaint us with who we are as persons, to better know our natures. The same cannot be said for excesses of it as it most likely would leave a person starved of interaction and affection. Loneliness on the flip side, in any amounts of it, is not ideal as it is firstly a very painful experience, and it could also lead an individual to do things which may have adverse effects on himself or those around him.
It is good to know the differences between solitude and loneliness. You can then assess for yourself if you are actually in a state of solitude, or if you are using it as a disguise to mask the loneliness that is lurking deep within yourself. Kudos to you if solitude is your preferred way of life, though it is also prudent to acknowledge it if you find that what lies behind it is just a wardrobe of lonely bones and hidden woes.
Are you enjoying your solitude, or are you unbeknownst to others drowning in loneliness? Take a moment to find out for yourself.
I’ve been wondering why I haven’t been writing prose or stories on my blog or anywhere else online for quite awhile now, and the answer does seem to be eluding me.
Do I not have the writing prowess to churn out decent work on specific topics?
Do I not want to share my opinion on issues so as to avoid scrutiny or discussions?
I don’t think it’s either of the above. I suspect it’s because I’ve gotten tired of looking at my own thoughts and opinions beyond the place where they are most comfortable in, which is in my head, naturally. To see these thoughts translate into words on a page or a virtual space, it seems like an imperfect expression of all the massive mental workings that is going on within the tiny physical confines of the brain (and not mind, because who can quantify the mind, physically or otherwise?).
An article, a prose, while they do essentially capture a certain aspect of your thoughts, are limited and committed merely to how you craft them. Once you commit them into ink or print, they create an impression of you and your thoughts that may or may not be true; the words give the author a personality, and vice versa. It may reveal a part of who you intrinsically are, or it may misportray it regrettably.
And we haven’t gotten to the emotional bit of writing yet, a domain that is arguably distinct from the cognitive process itself. Words at best can only give a faint reflection of the raw emotions that arise in a person at any given point of time. Since it is already itself a mammoth of a task for a person to accurately pinpoint to himself how he is feeling at any one moment (without even determining the reason for the emotion), how much more difficult would it be to express them in words to impress upon others these emotions?
This is exactly why brilliant writers are always so celebrated by the world. They have the ability to capture, even if imperfectly, the raw essence of emotions and parts of the human spirit, as well as convert sophisticated trains of thoughts into understandable language. They make us more comprehensible to ourselves.
To be able to write is a gift, and indeed one that is often powerful and influential. Looking back at the above paragraphs I’ve written, I realise that perhaps I am not that weary of watching my thoughts play out on a piece of paper or space anymore. I think the physical manifestation of thoughts in the form of words is beautiful (though at the same time essentially imperfection), and perhaps it is this inadequacy that is touching and perfect at the same time. It reveals the sophistication of the human mind, and the dynamism of everything around us.
Will I start writing more again? Most likely.
A little observation of
Little actions can tell
More about a person
Than you can imagine;
Watch the hands
See the movements
Listen to the words
Uncover the thoughts;
Little twitches and
Little comments made
A disturbed mind;
If there is
No physical ease
There can be
No mental clarity;
You’ll know it.
The imaginative mind
Is a pretty scary place:
An invention of a person
A creation of a situation
An alteration of reality
A warping of what is real;
Dreams are but the manifestation
Of your greatest fears and hopes
All that is real and unreal
That lies deep in your imaginative mind;
It’s a bloody damn scary space
Enough for you to yell out at night
Sufficient to cause your heart to race
Potent enough to give life to things;
Get a grip on things:
I don’t know how to end this.
It’s tiring and it’s not worth it
It’s worth it but it’s tiring
You’d think ‘and’ sounds better than ‘but’
Yet not in this case;
Maybe it does hold true:
But how queer:
Having greater physical quantification than
You can see your body
Can you do the same with your mind?
This post is made up of sentences and excerpts from a blog that I know pretty well; thought it’d be a good idea to share some of the decent lines here. I’m probably splitting it up into a few parts because there are too many of them.
“A commonly visited leisure spot once upon a time has turned into a deserted playground of broken swings.”
“I’ll wait, til the day is mine.”
“There are days when you feel punched out, and today’s one of them.”
“It’s not a monologue.. it’s just a dialogue without response.”
“Behind every cynical person is a sad story unbeknownst to others.”
“Crack lines; try as you might to fix them, they’ll always be there somewhere.”
“The moment before I fall asleep is the happiest moment of the day; it is as though dreams have merged with reality. I feel alive and awake, but live a dream and a fantasy.”
“Accept and like a person not for what he is, but for who he is.”
“It’s like… after a person has made a wrong choice, you should let him choose again so that he is more clear about what he wants and will this time, make the right decision and appreciate the right decision so much more and never allow himself to decide or choose wrongly again.”
“There’s a reason why you should run after the bus, and not be lazy and convince yourself you won’t be able to catch it.”
“50% here and 50% there will not get you 100% anywhere.”
“… My fantasy is your reality.”
Imagine the current reality to be something like overlapping translucent sketch sheets, where each layer is an individual’s perception and his own reality. Some people have stronger minds and stronger wills, so the sketch on their translucent sheet is more distinct.
Reality is something of an art piece that continually changes, and each person’s mind contributes a part to this ever morphing art piece.
If you actively seek to change your mind and your reality, it may affect the entire combined reality of this world that is made up of many, many sketches, depending on how strong the change is that may cause your own sketch to be more distinct and prominent.
The universe is made up of all of the time-less art pieces that are made up of countless sketches, of all living beings and existences past, present and future. All of these art pieces co-exist together to form a complete picture, each art piece a different reality of different outcomes and possibilities. If you have strokes that are clear, focussed and powerful, the universe could just shape a master piece of artwork around you and allow you a glimpse of all the art pieces that makes up the complete picture that is the universe itself.
You will then no longer be a sketch piece; you will be an observer of this process, and a witness of existence.
I have spent just about the entire Monday morning reading up on Freud again, and I must say I’ve always been a big, big fan of his works on psychoanalysis, dreams, memories and how the unconscious mind affects the conscious mind.
Lightly reading over Freud makes me think we should all spend time contemplating the causations of some of our actions and words, whether in an assisted or unassisted environment. His psychoanalysis works affirm deeply that what or how we are now is very much a result of what happened in our past, with our childhood playing an especially critical role in forming our personalities and behaviours. Pretty commonsensical? Not if we understand it at Freud’s level, and not if deductions and reasonings are based upon countless clinical case studies and observations.
I think there is a certain stigma in the country about visiting a psychologist, and rightfully so apparently. The common associations with it are not kind, and thus the field of psychology here is relatively small as compared to other first world modern societies.
If we remove all stereotypes and stigmas that are too commonly heard, a psychologist is just someone who helps you better understand your psyche by providing data and analysis in order to come up with deductions and conclusions. By tapping into memories and behavioural observations, recurring problems in certain aspects of life can be bettered and potentially resolved through professional analysis and therapy.
I don’t disagree that mentally strong individuals can resolve their own problems by themselves through self-examination and reflection; they probably can go deeper without assistance through their own mental capacity and handling. The only potential issue is that there is no outside observer to record anything that may have gone unnoticed, or that is subconsciously avoided by the person himself. The helper (aka psychologist) is able to provide a non-biased account of what he thinks the problem is or where it lies, and go where the individual himself may be unwilling or unable to go.
I think the work of a psychologist is noble in helping people cure themselves of mental issues on both the conscious and subconscious levels. It enables for more wholesome living and could resolve many medical or social issues that could plague individuals as a result of poor mental health. I also believe there are more to dreams and strongly preserved memories than we know, and it would be exciting to find out the interlinkages in the psyche so that we can better understand the complex workings of the mind and assist those who may have psychological issues that they themselves are not even consciously aware of.
For a start, we should all try to come clean with ourselves and face up to what may be haunting us most (consciously and subconsciously) as we go through our daily lives. That is the best way to get acquainted with ourselves, and the start of the resolution to any problem.
As Freud has said, “being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.”