I do not understand why i visit this place. Do i merely refresh my mind to the only viable escape? My struggle seems more meaningless to myself than others these days. My state of mind is constantly fleeting. Is there a limit to blocking out the pain? Forgetting, to the point of forgetting the idea to forget. That still is not enough. For what remains is a dark twisted view, partly unveiled to the beholder, partly unveiled to you reading. Always hanging above a cliff.
But i can tell you what lies at the bottom of this cliff. It is a prison. Dark and mysterious, filled with an unending sense of pain. It is a trap for the delusional, and a death sentence for the weak. Leaving behind the poor souls that learned too much.
So, whatever makes me die faster really. Hopefully the divine creator wont mind, I was just bored.
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“is there a limit to blocking out the pain?”
Do you speak of your own pain or the pain of society, collectively?
Either way, yes, I believe that we do reach our own individual limit in our capacity to handle our own pain and/or other peoples pain.
It’s up to you to decide where to go from that point. I think that it takes a special person to take that pain and turn it into love, understanding, light. It is possible to reach the bottom and climb out again.
People change through pain. It can happen.
I was speaking on my own, but upon giving it thought I believe both would be interchangeable. It makes me wonder though, who is more in control of my thoughts, me or the world around me?
Too bad it doesn’t matter anyway.
I appreciate the response.
Your welcome.
Sometimes I wish to hand control of ny thoughts over to the powers of the world that surrounds me because it seems that life would be easier that way.
I think it used to be easier to do so and as time passes and as we grow more and more individualistic and more beholden to technology it becomes more of a challenge to hand control of your thoughts over to the community that surrounds you. To depend on them for your strength, hope, and will to press on under difficult circumstance.
People who suffer from depression were more likely to find solace in the community that they live in twenty, fifty, a hundred years ago.
Interestingly enough, the highest suicide rate in my country (USA) is to be found in rural Alaska, in the isolated villages that lie outside of the road system and off the grid.
They used to exist as true self sustaining communities in the very recent past but nowadays they are getting dragged into the 21st century American way of life, hence the extremely high suicide rate.
The way of life that they are being forced to leave behind is one of living in accordance with the seasons and with the wilderness that surrounds them. To turn their thoughts over to the changing of the seasons, the migration of animals, the daily struggle to survive.
The only thing that gives me comfort when I am in my darkest hour is to into nature, far enough where you wont see anyone for at least two days. Go there to listen. It is the ultimate act of turning your thoughts over to another more powerful entity.