| Jul. 4th, 2001 @ 06:40 am Contentment and Emptiness |
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Current Mood:  cranky
Current Music: Alice Cooper - Pick Up The Bones
The other morning I brought up the issue of contentment. What makes you content? What makes you not want to struggle? Against what fate would you not rail?
These are interesting questions to me. Everyone screams out at their injustices. Everyone pounds their fists against the closed doors in others' lives. Everyone feels trapped in a cell that someone else picked to some degree. Its easy to point at injustice, at evil, and say "I am against that." There is no thought given to what pleases, but less than pleases, contents the individual.
I want you to think about that just for a bit. Dwell on it.
If you have nothing that makes you content, nothing which gives you not enough fire to hate it, nor love to embrace it, what are you really left? The travel between poles, never reaching either, the vast space between endlessly tracked.
Endless emptiness.
That is where I think our culture, as individuals, is caught now, on the strange attractor between passions without the simple contentments. We rush off to work, fight the good fight, hate the bad guys, and sleep when the fight wears us out. Even soldiers on the battlefield cannot keep up that pace for years upon years. Yet we expect it of ourselves.
Vast void. Emptiness beyond the most acute of visions.
What to do? Where to go?
I am seeking my contentments. What are you doing? |
