(no subject)
There is something odd with this fugue state I am in.
After the emotional outburst of the past couple of days, I have returned to my usual state of calm. Where emotions, frustrations and everything else are basically just another afterthought. To be considered, put aside, and subsequently ignored until further notice.
I seem to have exceeded the usual quota for, I dunno, heart-to-hearts? Sharing and caring time? Is sharing even caring? Hm.
There are problems. They can be solved. There are solutions, steps to approach them. Like a good logical person, as long as one is determined enough, focused enough, there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved. Maybe not to satisfaction, but it can be resolved, somehow.
Did Alexander not cut the Gordian Knot? That's a way too. There's always a way.
Perhaps then, the problem is to identify the question. There is no point in knowing that the answer if 42, if you have no idea what the question is. There is no meaning in an answer that has no question.
So what is my question? I have my answer, I always have had it. Even when I lose sight of the answer, it is still with me, waiting for me to see it once more.
Why are you sad? Why are you crying? If you know how to solve your problems, why are you still here?
Thank you for asking. I needed to hear that. I needed to look the problem in the eye. I needed to find my question.
But the question has become irrelevant. Because the moment you discover it, the whole damn Universe rewrites itself and laughs at your pathetic attempts to make sense of it. Your confusion is irrelevant. Your sadness is irrelevant. Your lack of purpose makes you irrelevant. Everything is irrelevant.
Especially you.
After the emotional outburst of the past couple of days, I have returned to my usual state of calm. Where emotions, frustrations and everything else are basically just another afterthought. To be considered, put aside, and subsequently ignored until further notice.
I seem to have exceeded the usual quota for, I dunno, heart-to-hearts? Sharing and caring time? Is sharing even caring? Hm.
There are problems. They can be solved. There are solutions, steps to approach them. Like a good logical person, as long as one is determined enough, focused enough, there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved. Maybe not to satisfaction, but it can be resolved, somehow.
Did Alexander not cut the Gordian Knot? That's a way too. There's always a way.
Perhaps then, the problem is to identify the question. There is no point in knowing that the answer if 42, if you have no idea what the question is. There is no meaning in an answer that has no question.
So what is my question? I have my answer, I always have had it. Even when I lose sight of the answer, it is still with me, waiting for me to see it once more.
Why are you sad? Why are you crying? If you know how to solve your problems, why are you still here?
Thank you for asking. I needed to hear that. I needed to look the problem in the eye. I needed to find my question.
But the question has become irrelevant. Because the moment you discover it, the whole damn Universe rewrites itself and laughs at your pathetic attempts to make sense of it. Your confusion is irrelevant. Your sadness is irrelevant. Your lack of purpose makes you irrelevant. Everything is irrelevant.
Especially you.