We come to the world, tell them, make contact, only to come back to where we started, leaving things in a lurch and rising in disappointment every time. It is simple, isn’t it? Or complex at the same time? It would have been alright if we didn’t engage in such words and simply did what we needed to do without much of such mind. It has already taken a lot of toll on decisions, and ultimately on life, where suffering happens without a concrete reason or even evidence, but we just suffer in our own heads for nothing, and that brings a deep sense of sadness and disappointment.
Let’s just say that it’s alright for now. We still leave it alone. If we begin to focus on everything important without overstressing or overthinking, will the things happen that we want to happen? Oh, yes, that’s a stupid question. We cannot predict the future and create conditions where we would want certain things from the future which are certainly in our favour, and if it happens, we complement these logics, the same decisions that have pulled us down, and if it doesn’t, we simply condemn basis the outcome. Now, we see where the problem is and has been. The thoughts have never been clearer enough and have been running around in circles. We always think with the passage of time and a sense of growing intellect we will do better things, make better films, make better literature. But the matter of fact that we get stuck over the same things like love, stability, relationships, friends, betrayal leaves us so much awestruck that everything seems to be falling down while everything is still going up.
Sometimes in life, one must go silent, away from the world, but as a conscious decision and a predetermined time. Choosing an indefinite break in the past, relying on the fact that we chose that and in sometime we would figure it all out, often fails because the vital aspects of stability, career, love, and family get jeopardised. It becomes another way of self-harm. A moment where the basic resources are here, and there’s a place to go, live, get tired and replenished for, is something which seems strategic, which simply wasn’t there before.
Now, we wonder what we do or even not do. Because we are back to the same ideals with a growth in intellect, with a certain more responsibility, experience, facts, and stories which are none of our own because we were never the central characters in all those. We remain mere spectators, even proud that the world could perceive us as spectators. Such is the state of pity, power, and ambitions, and every outcome seems to have been based upon what we do about it. We really don’t know what we can do about it at all. The mind is clueless as ever, as everything has been just consequential. Everything that has ever been thought of or done or believed has been due to some consequences of consequences, and everything has spiralled so much that we cannot find where it all even started and where it is supposed to end. It feels like we are too much for the world, whereas the world doesn’t even recall us. So, basically, it is about the world and us in it, and what do we do about it as everyone does something to make sense of it.
We can write a million words about it, as we want to keep showing the ideas that are ringing in the head constantly while we stand in the open world as if everything is sorted while nothing really is. So, yeah, more endless words and logics till we find and fix the root cause and then really move forward. But perhaps the realisation itself is the final logic we need to break the cycle. We reach a point where the mind has simply consumed too much of its own thoughts, running the system to absolute exhaustion until all that is left is the need to clear the slate. The time comes to stop analysing the choices we made, stop measuring the weight of the endless loops, and simply let the noise settle so we can finally step back into the movement of the real world.
