Having lived 20 years inside the rapture and weariness of my own mind, I can quite decisively state the importance of being left alone to nature. Heres why. We are birthed without our will and have to wade our way through a throng of turbulent and unpredictable faces. It’s on us to deal with every knot and tangle of these nerves up in our head! Funny is it not? We navigate the world with the help and decisions of a tangle of a walnut sitting at the top of our spine. While they are brilliant instruments capable of reasoning and imagining,I must say, they are deeply flawed! Our mind is terrible at knowing why it gets certain thoughts and eventually it spirals into a horde of unwanted impressions about itself and the world and before we know it, it proclaims us crazy. Something that we tend to overlook is that each of us has a journey that is quite unique to us. Each of us understands the world differently. We suffer and tolerate faulty weathers. We get shaped more by our own experiences of things over the real reality. We cause chaos. And often we get into a bit of a decline, to quote a famous depressed someone.
We are all fated to feel irredeemably alone and sad because we keep a lot to ourselves and are extremely picky of what we choose to reveal. This could all be easily dealt with if instead of spending a good amount of our time , chatting idly about this and that and a million other petty matters that would go very well either way without any of our special attentions to it, we could submit our vulnerabilities to each other and talk of how difficult things can get upstairs. Then we’d have a better chance at living what we like to call a meaningful life. Even then, our mind’s knots are rather difficult to unpick.
And that is why I firmly hold on to the skies and stars and clouds and trees. Instead of running from one thing to another we should make it a point to book a session with the quietest part of ourselves. Someone we neglect in the madness of our days. To stay sane, it is vital that we heed to the stillness of the frosty mornings and gentle lull of the midnight winds. We should understand that none of this really matters when we consider it from a sufficient distance and know that the agitations of the here and now is null when measured against the infiniteness of the world above us. We should practice mulling over the utter insignificance of our smallish lives. There is a constant drama happening over our heads and in the wilds utterly unaware of our problems. In the bigger picture, we don’t matter, our problems even less. Self knowledge might be the most profound art of living but learning to not take ourselves too seriously is the most helpful one.