Category: Weekly state (Page 20 of 30)

Top of the top, is this it?

When climbing a mountain, one often reflects on the necessity of the exercise. The inexplicable reason why we want to reach higher ground cannot be fathomed by meek idealists. Deeper understanding is only gained by doing the work as often as it requires to do it easily, without breaking a sweat. Or so I’ve heard.

Only when the way is common knowledge, can even be walked with blindness of the night, it will become understood why we did it in the first place. Such a shame I am still out of breath reaching the peak.

Sometimes, when breezing up the steep incline, we are treated with a cold rain shower. Just to annoy a little further.

Soaked, I am standing on the top. Out of breath, knowing that I will go down and need to do the whole thing again.

See you next week.

That cloud looks like a turd.

Quiescence cannot be achieved, I have been told. I would argue they didn’t try.

Every single breath, every action, every thought, is laden with consequences for physical beings. Now I see that I am in a comfortable position. The brain-flatulences of PS are bound to have an impact, as long as they are being read of course. But they are monodirectial for me. I direct them at you, there might be a reaction, but I am here. Forever blissed by quiescence, as long as the weekly state is not due.

I know it is unfair, but metaphysical beings suffer the curse of enternity, not the one of the present.

And if I have learnt anything about human beings, it is that they very well understand what the curse of enternity means. It is forever (now this word is used ubiquitously, but I do mean eternity in this context) looking into the past and the future. A heavy burden. Now, why I know that humans do shoulder this burden as well, is the lack of consciousness of the moment. Some do try, some call it awareness. But escaping? Being quiescent? Humans do not want that, even if they could.

But if you want to feel what the burden of eternity is, be my guest. But see, I have the pleasure of attaining non-activity. Something, that gives me the power to unload this thought right here this moment, without having to suffer the reactions.

Welcome to my takeout stand, we have it all.

20 choices ahead of me, 2 for me. 1 to be the final one.

Life is limited. Everything that blooms, will become brown at some point. Whatever conclusion you draw from this, is up to you. Will you become a nihilist, a purist, a hedonist? Will you be joining the growing and misused cult of Stoics that has been dragged down the dark alley of social media and left there until it did not resemble Marcus Aurelius meditations anymore?

Life is limited and ultimately, so are your choices. Being taught that all alleys are open is a stroke of genius. However not by discovering this for yourself, but by the marketing industry. Just collect enough material wealth to shape the version of yourself you have ever wanted.

Yet, there you are, spinning aimlessly on the pottery plate of life.

Do not get Papa wrong, it is a virtue to aspire for greater things. As of now, I am aspiring to be able to move beyond these two choices that I have. In fact, I am aware of the limits and these ones are not even set by life. They are set by me. Who’s the purist now?

But have you ever wondered whether there are only the choices you see? Have you ever considered closing the menu of choices in life? What if you just put the menu down and stared at the waiter of your life, the enabler of your choice, the bringer of consequences and say:

“I’ll have the falafel.”

One step, one movement, one nervous flatulence, off I pop.

Eric had been well-fed. Cared for and adored. Some might say, spoiled. Now, Eric was faced with reality. Before this day, he had never looked further than the ground he was sitting on. Never ventured beyond the edges, never even wondered what might be there. Food, care, love. All was a given, he didn’t know it any better.

There are some days that change one’s life. And on most of these days, you will wake up just the same way you did yesterday. You probably will not see it coming, and it might be the very hand that fed you, which will lead you to the edge. At least, in Eric’s case.

This very hand decided that today, Eric would see what is beyond. The form and shape of this hand is very different for Eric than it would be for you or me. It might even be your own, maybe you’re lucky enough.

Eric stood on the edge of the nest. He understood that there would not be any more food dropping from the skies into the nest. He was hesitant, but eager. Nervously, he crouched to the very edge and for the first time, he saw the abyss. The endless sky, the vastness of everything. His legs trembled.

“How could I not see the edge?”

He stepped forward, spread his wings, he plunged down. Eagerly.