wow...to everything
As of late there has been a remarkable series of existential crises, with personalities, perspectives and ideologies collapsing around me. They are all quite spent and used, as though this passion has been proclaimed so intensely so many times that the meaning has slid out of it. And I am left awestruck by this series of words that I use to invoke a reaction in other people while I can no longer claim to be responsive to it.
This doesn't only affect me of course, concept of self is often validated and reflected by those closest to you and, similarly, the people closest need you to be you because it affirms who they are by that very relation...by that attachment. So existentialism has not only become a concept for the pretentious to enjoy discussingh in grand feats of pedantry (I have enjoyed a great many such discussions - I believe I'm embarking on one now) but a fucking contagious disease that is entirely degenerative with the only cure being to take a Blakean stance and destroy current conceptions and create a new existence ... a new vision if you will.
Nothing is wrong anymore, I'm left being almost new, bright eyes to cover a comforting yet unfamiliar breed of naivety. I looked up at Adam from behind a deeply coloured wine glass and discovered a concise truth just as I spoke it -- part of wonder is not understanding.
I think the solution to a frightening mindset is not going to consist of a series of steps, that requires far too much effort and although external things can often be wonderfully horrid catalysts, the problem is most assuredly in your mind. It is your perspective that victimizes you because it dictates your reaction.
... life is fucking beautiful -- you just need to re-adjust your paradigm so you view things from 62 degrees longitude and 40 latitude...or something.
This doesn't only affect me of course, concept of self is often validated and reflected by those closest to you and, similarly, the people closest need you to be you because it affirms who they are by that very relation...by that attachment. So existentialism has not only become a concept for the pretentious to enjoy discussingh in grand feats of pedantry (I have enjoyed a great many such discussions - I believe I'm embarking on one now) but a fucking contagious disease that is entirely degenerative with the only cure being to take a Blakean stance and destroy current conceptions and create a new existence ... a new vision if you will.
Nothing is wrong anymore, I'm left being almost new, bright eyes to cover a comforting yet unfamiliar breed of naivety. I looked up at Adam from behind a deeply coloured wine glass and discovered a concise truth just as I spoke it -- part of wonder is not understanding.
I think the solution to a frightening mindset is not going to consist of a series of steps, that requires far too much effort and although external things can often be wonderfully horrid catalysts, the problem is most assuredly in your mind. It is your perspective that victimizes you because it dictates your reaction.
... life is fucking beautiful -- you just need to re-adjust your paradigm so you view things from 62 degrees longitude and 40 latitude...or something.