Backwards

weve got it wrong

We’ve got it all wrong.

We try so hard to ‘keep our head above water’ when the pearls of life are buried deep into the abyss of the ocean.

We’re ‘just trying to survive’ by killing ourselves to pay bills.

We’re ‘getting by’ without moving at all.

We’re ‘getting through school’ but our schooling is not thorough, then again if we were to hold ourselves to account, the meaning of the word is being fulfilled, people are most definitely ‘schooled’.

We’re ‘battling along’ but we wouldn’t have the physical integrity to run to the local convenience store let alone battle anything.

We’re ‘trying to find ourselves’, but this is the biggest hoax spread today, as if we’ve all become lost and we need a ten year journey to reconcile with who we are.

If the internet were invented first, people would not bother with facebook, twitter, forums and the such. Picking up the phone and conversing would be the in thing to do, better yet, meeting up in person, watching the creases of ones face move as they speak, feeling their emotion or lack thereof, watching their body language, hearing their laughter, tone and meter in their speech would be so fun, but alas we’re happy to ignore the real things. These are far too many things to co-ordinate for the modern day cerebrally severed being.

In my world celebrities aren’t real. The people who quietly go about their business interest me. Their dreams, hopes, thoughts and intricacies make me wonder. They intrigue me, they fascinate me. You want to grab my attention? Seek none and I’ll notice you.

Reminds me of a quote from the secret life of Walter Mitty where Sean Penn said – “Beautiful things don’t ask for attention”.

-ME

The extrovert delusion

quiet

I love this quote by Mary Walsh. It was in review of Susan Cain’s book titled: Quiet, the power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking.

To say I am excited to read this book is an understatement. Without spoiling it too much, the praises are never ending and it’s description is something that appeals to me.
I’m utterly dissatisfied with the status quo of my and my fellow younger generations. Their utter disregard for the quiet achiever’s resolve, focus and ability is an imbecilic crime against ourselves and one another.

The worship of the extrovert has done nothing more than create a culture so superficially void and defunct that we will be feeling the pain of our momentary lapse in the time-space of eternity for a very long time.

We will be remembered for our ignorance and our ability to purposefully dumb each other down. Self inflicted stupidity, lack of intelligence seen as cool and the praise of self-admittance to lack of literary and educational prowess are so prevalent that if you differ, you’re an outcast waiting for the barrage of psychiatrists to invent a disease for your condition.

I am somewhat saddened but feel this overwhelming urge to forge an army of intelligent people, introverts of the highest order, the ones who care not for the glamour and fame but the ones who would sit for hours on end watching an organism grow so that they can record and understand it more in the wider scope of other organism, in hope to find a cure to help if but one person, just because he or she WANTS to. The ones who will strum their guitar until their fingers bleed so they can play a riff of perfection to make your hairs stand on end, one riff, that is all. The ones who will not stop reading until they have encompassed enough inside themselves to be able to pass if only one tenth of what they know on to another generation. The ones who will not separate a relentless drive and ambition for business success from morals and ethics and fight their ego despite the pressure of outside forces in their dealings. The ones who will throw away canvas upon canvas, waste oil and wear brushes, be buried in their rooms for days or weeks to produce a visual treat.

Introverts are belittled by default, but try as you may, when the shit hit’s the fan, the extroverts don’t know what to do, it’s to the ones who spent enough time resolving themselves that we all turn to, to their knowledge, wisdom, abilities or at least their candour and calm in the wake of the storms around us.

Next time you feel like making fun of or joining in on a back-biting and gossip session about the new kid at school or the employee who drinks water instead of beer at your social gatherings or the person in the street who just doesn’t quite fit in, know that they might have a few years or leagues above you, gained only by their introversion.

Do yourself a favour and add this book to your collection.

-ME

Loneliness and Solitude

I live in a house full of people but I have always felt alone. Is there a word for that? Is there a condition that the DSM has concocted to be able to monopolise a share of the economy? I don’t know and I don’t care. What I do know is what I feel and coming to grips with that is my journey.

Whilst some may tumble into a catastrophic affair of despair and depression and this by no means is looking down upon their dilemmas, I revel in the loneliness.

I enjoy being alone with my thoughts and am comfortable enough to hear them over and over, voluntarily and involuntarily. Yes we all hear our thoughts and voices, it’s not abnormal and you don’t have a condition. The issue is being able to deal with those voices or thoughts effectively.

Like any learned skill, you need practise and an atmosphere conducive to it. You cannot learn to appreciate, understand, contemplate debate, revel, reject, agree with or change your thoughts if all you ever do is hear the thoughts of others. If all you do is surround yourself with incessant jabber, with never ending mindless drivel and gossip, with a blaring screen beaming alpha rays deep into your subconscious, pretty soon you will forget that the voices and thoughts you hear are actually yours.

They become alien to you and you subject yourself to a myriad of societal presumptions simply based on the fact that what was once an intimate friend or friends, have been away for so long that you barely recognise them.

That is the trickery behind media. It is meant to numb you and place thumbtacks of reminder notes all over your mind map. Reminder notes to cue you into action, action that is not in essence yours truly, but yours artificially.

It’s 2013 and loneliness and solitude are the missing ingredients in a growing person’s arsenal of skills. It didn’t happen overnight. Not even in the last decade but it has been carefully and deliberately orchestrated for over one hundred years. It’s actually been longer than that but technology has seen the advances it needed most in this period and data is now such a king that it has markedly taken effect. Like a fine wine which lays dormant for years on end and then in one fine year alone comes to maturity that makes one believe it happened overnight.

So how does one practise comfort with hearing voices, listening to regurgitating thoughts and piece it all together to live sanely (whatever that means) and without the need for interference from pharmaceuticals or psychotic psychiatrists trying to force a pill down your throat for a condition you don’t have and one that doesn’t exist? (You don’t want to get me started on psychiatry) I don’t know and cannot pretend to be an expert in the area. I do know myself though and how I deal with it. Perhaps I will divulge at a later time but what I do know is that you need skills and practise to get better at anything.

Repetition is the master of skill and mental, emotional, spiritual and social skills are not privy to a different set of rules. In order to get better at dealing with those voices and being comfortable with your thoughts, personally I believe a lot more solitude is in order. How can you deal with your thoughts if you’re being bombarded by thoughts of others? It doesn’t make any logical sense.

 Although the area of neuroplasticity is one of the foremost researched fields in the world of academe, skills learned later in life are not like those etched into our wiring from an early age.  One has to appropriate quiet time and solitude for children. Solitude that doesn’t mean you prop a child in front of a television and leave them alone for 3 hours. Solitude is not that, nor is it mindless swiping on a phone, tablet or computer screen.

Once upon a time solitude carried with it the connotations of wisdom, understanding, learning, peace, tranquillity, enlightenment and self-knowledge. It was not a word that entailed one was alone. Rather it meant that one was engaging at a much deeper near spiritual like level, learning things about themselves and their surroundings through a socialisation with one’s own thoughts, engaging with the characters inside one’s mind and soul, embracing them, visiting them and asking them for their own opinions. Solitude meant that you had created your own inner social circle of friends who could critique you, agree with you, ask you to remain patient if the answers weren’t clear yet or prompt you to action and immediacy if it warranted.

One word, but not as empty and barren in meaning as we now have relegated it. Time in solitude produced artists, poets, scientists, doctors and literary geniuses. It produces scholars and sages, saints and Gnostics. It was the pre-requisite for every single Prophet.

Solitude was the Alchemy of wisdom and achievement. Let the above roll around in your mind, ponder over it but more importantly, make an honest assessment of how much time in solitude you afford yourself for personal growth. If you cannot be bothered for your own sake then bare it in mind for the future generations.