Sleepwalk
Everyday, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks:
-Is today the day?
-Am I ready?
-Am I doing all I need to do?
-Am I being the person I want to be?
Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live. Why is it so hard to think about dying?
Hmm. Maybe because most of us all walk around as if we're SLEEPWALKING. We really don't experience the world fully, because we're HALF-ASLEEP, doing the things we automatically think we have to do.
Three years. For three years, my life's a bit of a routine-like experience. And as I wrote down this blog entry tonight, I have well, basically asked myself: 'Am I being the person I want to be?' Console. Consolation for myself, I know I'm trying to be the best person I want other people wants me to be. BUT, the thing is, I am not doing it for myself, I am doing it for other people. It may sound selfless, but no. I realized that I'm being selfish still. The more I try to please everyone else, the more pain I get to inflict my whole system. The chora of my psyche and soma.
“Today’s milestone is human madness. Politics is a part of it, particularly in its lethal outbursts. Politics is not, as it was for Hannah Arendt, the field where human freedom is unfurled. The modern world, the world of world war, the Third World, the underground world of death that acts upon us, do not have the civilized splendor of the Greek city state. The modern political domain is massively, in totalitarian fashion, social, leveling, exhausting. Hence madness is a space of antisocial, apolitical, and paradoxically free individuation”
“Naming suffering, exalting it, dissecting it into its smallest components – that is doubtless a way to curb mourning.”
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