We imagine tragedy to be an insatiable pain arisen due to a horrible incident, yet our lives are filled with immense tragedy which we hide behind everyday living, in those facebook posts or those Instagram photos, It's a facade, I envy those who are truly happy, or can fake happiness well to themselves and the world.
The recent reading of the book "The Monk who sold his Ferrari" hints that the path to enlightenment and true bliss is through a balanced growth of body, mind and soul. Yet many literary geniuses suggest that humans are addicted to tragedy. I write this during a vacation summer's night, comfortably in my blanket, peacefully in solitude, with properly satisfied hunger and feeling fully secure in my room. I am not sure what I am missing or owning which object in the world can ameliorate the quench I feel for this emptiness, please don't think I am depressed, I am actually quite happy at this moment, I have wonderful friends and family in a different corner of the world. I socialize quite well with strangers.
I just smoked a cigarette and it had a soothing effect on me, it feels like some clouds have lifted from my mind, I felt a little dizzy for a brief period of time, but I feel much energetic now. I can understand the effect food and drugs have on mind, and lately, I can feel it much profoundly.
After degressing quite a bit, I want to come back to the point that, life inherently is a tragedy, we just fill some brief moments with laughter and joy and that's what makes it so addictive to keep on living.
But mostly everyone is stuck in that loop, no matter what job they do, I am writing this post as my own means of escape from that loop, and we all have our own means which makes living slightly better.
The recent reading of the book "The Monk who sold his Ferrari" hints that the path to enlightenment and true bliss is through a balanced growth of body, mind and soul. Yet many literary geniuses suggest that humans are addicted to tragedy. I write this during a vacation summer's night, comfortably in my blanket, peacefully in solitude, with properly satisfied hunger and feeling fully secure in my room. I am not sure what I am missing or owning which object in the world can ameliorate the quench I feel for this emptiness, please don't think I am depressed, I am actually quite happy at this moment, I have wonderful friends and family in a different corner of the world. I socialize quite well with strangers.
I just smoked a cigarette and it had a soothing effect on me, it feels like some clouds have lifted from my mind, I felt a little dizzy for a brief period of time, but I feel much energetic now. I can understand the effect food and drugs have on mind, and lately, I can feel it much profoundly.
After degressing quite a bit, I want to come back to the point that, life inherently is a tragedy, we just fill some brief moments with laughter and joy and that's what makes it so addictive to keep on living.
Yes, I am talking about the mid-life crisis, also the quarter-life crisis, also the feeling when the repetitive, everyday work becomes mundane and life sucking monotonous. Like how our ancestors used to live, I'm talking about the eukaryotes, who existed about 3 billion years ago, their main job was to breathe and eat and multiply. Nothing major has changed in our lifestyle since then Eat Sleep Repeat. It's just we have become a more complex being, with consciousness to have these thoughts. I see many people who are conscious of this banal life and want to make some major changes to it, they go for higher studies, they go for new and exciting hobbies or careers and some go for their own venture.
But mostly everyone is stuck in that loop, no matter what job they do, I am writing this post as my own means of escape from that loop, and we all have our own means which makes living slightly better.
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