Creekside stream of consciousness
Life can be so difficult sometimes; we are always looking for truth, yet usually to no avail. Concepts that are too difficult to grasp are left to fate, while we desperately grasp for control and understanding of our own lives. Sometimes even other’s lives as well.
Control is a problem; we continuously strive for power in an increasingly overpopulated world. Empires rise and fall, so looking at the past, why do we as humans continue to build them? Families are similar to empires; we are born under them and serve them for the duration of our lives. What about destiny, what if the world wants us somewhere else? Why do we let families and destiny control our lives?
Because we are always searching for purpose and approval. Few of us are sure of who we are let alone what our destiny is, so we search. We tread through the jungles of society, willing to change our course at the thought of disapproval, ignoring the ever-present dangers of swaying too far from the path we want to take. This is a problem, without a solution. We cannot confine ourselves to what society tells us, yet few can create their own path.
Most Americans see drugs, alcohol, mindless activities such as television, and consumerism as freedom from the path society sets for us, not realizing they are a path of their own. These addictive paths are part of the urge to be normal, to find oneself, and to be accepted. Little do we know what we are striving for only leads to suffering, caused by blockades, detours, and doubt along our path.
Fuck destiny! I am going to find what I enjoy. I will disregard what others expect me to say, do, or feel. Although I rarely realize it, my mood today is happy-frustrated-confused-complete-uplifted-lonely, yet I respond “good” when asked. I can never explain who I am, because I do not know. So, why do I care? Why do I absorb myself into other people’s lives when I do not even understand my own?
Purpose.
