Being Human

People, especially a lot of people I know, are simply afraid to be human. Afraid to be who they already are. They seem worried about what will come out if they let go.

So they start thinking in terms of how they might regulate themselves. Managing how the private self engages and interfaces with their public self. I slip into that kind of limited, constrained mode of being myself occasionally when I'm stressed, unhappy, or under pressure etc. 

I'm not just not being myself, I'm having to think about how to be myself. It's just all wrong.

Thinking about how to be who you are just seems a bit of a contrived endeavour to me. An unnecessary waste of time and energy. But sometimes it may be the only option we have at hand in order to get through a tough time coming up. It's much better than having no strategy at all and going into a situation completely unprepared.  Or is it? 🤔

I try to think as little as possible and just react and respond to as much as I can without being annoying! 😂

I Hold A View Which Is Diametrically To Nihilism Yet Simultaneously Accepts It

If nihilism is the rejection of all religious and moral principles, in the belief that life is meaningless, then I hold a view that is diametrically opposed yet accepts it. 

A belief of the truth in nothing. The nothing within. The supreme power of the void that lies inside. The black hole that consumes all that enters its vicinity. Returning all chaos which was configured into information, back into chaos. Into its gut goes the primordial soup of equality, where structures and collectives are broken down to their constituent parts, every one and thing made the same.

But like a pond that ripples when a stone is thrown in, information of what just took place remains on its surface. What was 3D is now 2D. The universe we know can be a projection. A hologram. 

This feeding frenzy by our fathomless furnace accelerates its gathering of mass - the more it consumes, the more it can consume - adding depth and breadth to its capacity, which holds more than we can ever hold, and knows more than we can ever know. Our celestial storage. Inner space in inner space. An infinite pit of energy and light which explodes once the time is right. 

A view which accepts that all religious and moral principles have worth, and weight, and thus meaning. Meaning which should be consumed voraciously. Fed into the black hole to be processed by the unconscious. The individual resists the urge of analysis while they gorge, drawing no conclusions, forming no thoughts of their own. They simply focus on the act of knowing, of consuming only knowledge which seduces with the promise of leading to truth. And they do this until the end.

Conclusions and ideas alike, shall come to them fully formed, forged exquisitely in their hidden unknown. And once validation of the value in whatever emanates and escapes without being beckoned has been grasped and then realised by the 'I', it assumes its role in their Being.