by Mat Wilson
June 7, 2012
There is no such thing as a psychologically realized person. We are all emotionally fragile. Life is always unfulfilled. Time does not stand still. Rhapsody is always disconnected from reality because life is dominated by the haunting dichotomy between what we want and what we get.
Sometimes, we evoke a world of settled times to try to cope with the chaos -war, misery, death, illness etc., sometimes we turn to the arts to help us understand it.
Life is unrelenting woe and we are always struggling to cope as best we can. Consequently, our psychology, which tends to act like a barometer that is always reacting to pain, pleasure and everything in between, is moulded into all manner of shapes and sizes and when we cannot sustain a tolerable balance, it shatters.
Sometimes, we can pick up the pieces and put them back together again.
On the most basic level, the meaning of of my life is measured by my relationship with all the people I love dearly. On another level, the meaning of my life will never be measured because writers have no way of understanding how they affect lives they influenced through sharing ideas and experiences.
Personally, I believe that all worthy people share variations of the very same hopes, dreams and ambitions and those who are hard wired to destroy them are getting away with murder.
In the end, evildoers who are thinking they are doing the world a favour may target and destroy good people, but the dream will always survive no matter what because it is a part of the human spirit.
Reject depression and thoughts of death. One is inevitable, the other, a choice. When the people we admire die, they need us, not to grieve for them, but to celebrate their brief lives.
This attempt to understand life is a work in progress. When I add to it, I change the date.
Next: It is our responsibility in life to deny those who pretend to be experts. (now this is not a joke)