This Thought Traffic

It's way past the striking of the witching hour.  Surroundings are dead silent yet my playlist is what i only hear. The thought traffic keeps me awake and I have no idea how to subdue them.

Tomorrow should worry about itself no more than tonight should concern itself in coming to an end. However, the restless mind is capable of arriving at a thousand conclusions and usually only one among a thousand is a positive train of thought. All the rest proclaim dread, doubt, fear, even death.

Truly this proves how ill a human mind bends to the notion of  tormenting its own being (my mind, my being).  The pending question  "Who am I in the midst of this traffic thought?".
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To Detach or To Not

There's a point in life where every single soul  wants to become detached from every form of chaos (or that which brings it).  Some even say it's a path to enlightenment. Personally I do agree on this notion on bigger scale but not entirely.

True, being separate from the humdrum of society and the pointless babbling of restless souls makes  a person know himself better. Meditate on his wants, his goals, and the tasks expected of him and also make him more focused untarnished by the problems of other people. It's perfect peace of body and mind if one can attain such detachment however, speaking of reality, there's no such thing as total detachment.  One has to kill himself to accomplish that.

How can I defend this notion? The answer is obvious. We were born in one planet. Made to live in one, grow up in one and die in one. All souls that have come and gone shared one space and there never was the idea that the world had to subdivide itself so that each person could stay in his own piece of land without having to communicate with others.

We were given speech to talk to our own kind so we could work together not to use as means to shy ourselves away from them.

Some may insist that detachment meant is with the soul, not getting affected with the people that surround you. Well i say that would be the biggest lie.  A person may SEEM detached but it's a mask they're wearing. They wear it so much all the time that they can't even recognize the lie they're in. Trying trying not to give a care.

Life is but a fleeting cycle of colors and gray shades. Getting to live through each tint without being indifferent, resolving every sorrow and happiness as part of life makes us human. People who live life less than they ought to have lived or felt have not yet found the meaning of life itself. Just like me still finding the means to break through this cistern that has been holding me since young.

I'll take this as my first note in this blog.