Simplicity

Dear Whimsies,

Attempting to make a habit of this blog writing---as a way to practice my expression. That way the length between my mind and my hands, my convictions, and this keyboard will not be too vast. It is also for discipline, as I find myself allowing my mind to engulf me sometimes, and I get lost in the fascination of its folds.

Yesterday, I went to see a film with a dear friend "A Day In a Life" and I feel like a newly hatched chick, tottering in feeble newness from just a couple of hours in a dark room. I realize that it is just enough being in this world and living this life---perhaps it is even futile to want to grasp and know everything. Because what we DO know, what humanity experiences everyday, is sufficient. The simplicity of being present, in this time and day, typing these words, is in itself a miracle and something to be celebrated. There is so much that we desire to see and try to solve through science, the analytical probes. But perhaps it is enough sometimes sitting in a chair, and simply breathing in the sheer dewiness of a summer evening, or savoring the feeling of cool, sweet water after waking from a nap (as I have in this childhood room of mine).

It is strange, I realize too---how we all seem to be living like hermit crabs or snakes, in the sense that we DO live in layers of consciousness. No matter how wise and thoughtful a being, the context of where one is in life makes all the difference. I remember thinking in high school, how I seemed to be able to grasp almost everything capable of me at the time. And that is true, I was able to. But I was only 16. Now, I am 21 and I realize I have moved into a yet bigger room, a greater skin, and it is all the same---but I am seeing more because of this growing space.

I wonder what I will see in 20 years, and how I will be thinking. But I fear that I will not remember my childhood as brightly, because it is not simply the need to be in touch with something so pure and simple. But the need to have a mind that let's go, that allows one to just live, just live in the moment, feeling the sun on skin, the brilliant blue sky of today and feeling happy just because it is such a beautiful day. But there are pieces of memory that bite within my walls, of a past between childhood and now, that also tinges things with a bit of sorrow. I hope that I will be able to remember, when I have my own children---and not live in the confines of a defined landscape.

Life In a Day Trailer

Duality of Life

Dear Whimsies (my official term for reflective thought that is always flittering around in my head), 

Of recent, I rediscovered this blog and was racked with guilt. I've been reading how a lot of my other friends are keeping up their blogs despite ridiculously busy schedules. I also feel that I should be sharing a lot more here. 

Recently, being enlightened by the activities of the UN, bureaucratic systems, I feel like I'm getting more in touch with the "realities" of life---feeling how close to home humanitarian issues are: issues of hunger, hatred, violence, genocide. The threat of hate is so real in all of our societies. It's futile to repeat once again, the giant echoes that have fallen from Norway of recent. 

It's the HUMAN MIND I realize, the human psyche that has been creating such confusion. Unfortunately from a young age, I've come to terms with the idea that as long as human beings have minds, there will always be those who are tempted, or leaning toward violence, strong ideologies that seem to cut, box, and label so much of humanity. The threads that connect us in humanity seem to be dissolving so quickly, since we are all trying to strive toward a high-quality of living, Westernization (which I realize after reading much of Barthes) that is egocentric and individualistic, rather than understanding the underlying organic systems that connect us all. 

But perhaps this is all a response into a greater universal idea---one of balance and duality. It surely is not a justification, but is rather some way to try and understand why there are those who live such opposite lives of luck and of total deprivation, that there are those who are able to allow their capacities to be fulfilled and those who can never be viewed as a human being with full dignity.