The Monkey Mind

Strip away all the comforts of civilization and step away from all of its conformities. You will find me contemplating, both physically and mentally exhausted, confused in solitude: “ What is love?” “If there is a heart beating next to yours despite all the vagaries life weights you with, then that lightness of being, the feeling of glad vulnerability is perhaps the closest thing to true love” “To be known for all the right reasons despite being so wrong, is it love?” The world fades away in a blur and I am forgetful of things that are present. Yet, I remember things I should not have forgotten … you see love is the magnet to draw forgotten memories and a powerful catalyst of change in your life. It motivates us to be civilized, and find the middle ground, as it brings the thing called “should/could” into our lives, and we start to feel empathy for the less fortunate and be more forgiving. Being civilized means having the ability to survive and to be able to think for someone whom we

Blessed by introspection colored in anecdotes the memories coalesce  as I travel back in time... (PC:icanvas.com) The past  emerges as a temporal yet intensive replacement for the present. Recorded within my humble scribblings, they strive to impart justice to living memories alive in the ebb and flow of my naive heart. This flow spreads pervasively to the rest of my being, pulsating the identity I so carry. Rather than the teleological tendency of the rational mind, they convey those epiphanies colored in the spectrum of chaotic emotions witnessed by the light of my awareness. With subjective awareness of the myriad of imperfections never reaching the final conclusions, I am sure they are destined forever to be etched as vague musings. I realize this afresh with the solidarity of  me  that exists in the possibility of different dimensions. Nonetheless, I connect with those different versions of I , and we are never so sure that they shall remain as mere musings.   The present I wish,

  " I feel, so I am" Feelings ... They are part of us, as we are part of them. From birth, in the span of being, and till death, have we ever been apart from them? How can we call ourselves, us , if we do not feel and delve deeper into the aesthetics of nature whose essence spontaneously vibrates and freely heals? Or simply instills in us to feel the subjective abhorrence towards the man's diverse-infinite decadence and disease? And as we grow or shrink, we judge so, those feelings we so feel, to be either good or bad, associated with pleasure and pain, that which is permitted and that which is not.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                (PC:  Erebus MindSpaceApocalypse) Feelings... They are the colors that paint the canvas of

                                                  In the early morn, at a crowded underground train station, a family of three had found refuge. The ponderous environment coalesced the ancient air which smelled musty, with that of the neoteric tenant, the human smell that wafted from unwashed bodies. The poor light had become a playground where fleeting shadows played hide and seek, with the dim lamps dispersed unevenly on various corners, uninhabited as if awaiting for grim reapers to walk out. " Evermore " *whisper* Under a flickering light... ...foreheads gently met each other, small belonging to a pitifully crying child, and, broader wrinkled in grim worry, to a middle-aged man whom she desperately clung to.  Her small clumsy arms barely encircled his burly neck, yet they refused to let go, as her teary voice incessant with desperation, uttered shiveringly "V ater, geh nicht, Bitte-Bitte-Bitte"   Yet, her squeaky voice weakened to a bare whisper, and unto silenc

  (Animation Credit: Elenor Kopka, giphy.com) When we do not know something, we google it. When we have some free moments, we check popular social media such as Facebook, Instagram, or even Tiktok The world we live in, is abstract, we in our mind space exist in the world created on the 2D and 3D of technology shared by people who live lives unlike ordinary many me's It has become an instinct to search for answers online, to entertain the already over-stuffed mind, to be dazzled by the extraordinary when you are more surprised by ordinary than the perfection so displayed The more we search the more lost we have become The jargons through simplified cannot fully define the turbulent feeling of a confused mind There is a feeling of need to be fulfilled, that fleeting immediate need that feels hollow as we scroll away It's more a habit rather than the search for meaning, for we are too tired we feel too tired to chat online with people we have listed as friends anymore, the chat re

Take a moment. Breathe Deep as long and deep as possible. Loosen your body. Slowly, let your breath go. By letting go, not only the tension of the entire day but an inner knot of lethargy is undone. Relaxation. It is the physical path of liberation. We give so much time to things, that have no inner connotation with ourselves, we forget our own needs. Work, Study, or even entertainment, there is a limit to how much we can be continuously engaged into. Take a break, let your mind refresh, it is the psyche path of liberation  As human beings, once upon a time, to define the natural forces of nature, we bestowed divinity to those forces. There were times when we could neither understand nor control the external forces which changed the life not only of our own but the entire community we are deeply related to. We gave them the names of gods, demons, and spirits. Fear, the primitive emotion of the caveman psyche led us to the pacification of those divinities with the sacrifice of life not

  Intro One of my respected instructors informed me of an attitude in which normal everyday events may be perceived as quests. Be it simply an ordinary occasion or a thrilling one, through perceiving it as a quest, we see the world we constantly traverse through, for at the least once, differently, recognize its salient functions and be self-inspired to place plans into action. for example; waking up early, finish off the to-do lists, ta-da! a stealthy kiss good-bye to an irritated partner prior to hurrying to work, etc., etc. Quest; simply means the search for something which is meaningful, but quite tough for the present 'me' or 'us' to achieve. Yet this limitation only exists in our mind. With discipline, followed by consistent willpower, and herculean effort, that supposed difficulty can be chipped away if not in an hour or days or even weeks, then years if it is necessary to do so. "Improvise, Adapt and Overcome" With this in the mind, we put efforts into

Before assigning a gender given by nature (or changed later) or a name by your parents (biological or otherwise), why not delve deeper for once, and truly ask yourself. " Who am I...?" Here are some inspirations for the inquiry to be as meaningful as intended: Time Time is the witness of history, light-bearer of truth. It is the only power that can give justice to the I,  defining in the entirety of what I was, as I am cannot fully recall even my obscure genealogy including what I will be, my pedigree... "I was..."  A sum of memories of past; success and failures both, of happiness and sadness and boredom in-between, I was once naïve and young yet I remember those times most, for they are unburdened by the questions when time takes all the innocence and the world wants us to take responsibility for ourselves "I am..." Present, fully immersed in the reality of 'now'. I relive my past and can laugh at its foolishness. I make plans for my 'future&