Weirdly wired

Sometimes all one wants to do is enjoy one's company. Solitude is not a dark, sinister person to hang out with. It is someone who gives comfort, is objective, truthful, understanding and unassuming. To be bare in front of Solitude is rejuvenating. While walking endlessly one feels Solitude, reading a book, though, here the world of the book can be distracting. However, the severance from any outside contact is calming.

Yet, the social obligations weigh on us. To make small talk, feign to show interest in a banal conversation, show concern and exhibit various emotions just so that social beings aren't affronted. Wearing masks all the time can take it's toll.

Maskless-ness is needed.

Despair & Sadness begots Creativity

This post is credited to a fellow-blogger and a dear friend. The words she wrote are still lingering in my head, "Just limitless tracts of lifeless black.... Just eternities of obstinate darkness."

I feel that when we are beaten dead by the life we lead, the people, who perform in our existences and the society, that plays the stage; we release those emotions, the angst, the pain, the beleaguered situations through creative work. Why does it take a death or a drastic event to be creative? I think, we begin to value, what we have the most when we think we are losing it. No one wants to loosen the grip on anything. The moment the grip is lax, control wanes, thus insecurity and it's cousins envelop us. "Just a chimney crammed with old damp wood."

To be creative when one is in a state of abundant joy shouldn't be that difficult, extreme conditions induce great work. Such a fallacy. To break these fallacies, we should try to neutralize situations, Acceptance & Commitment, accept rather than eliminate, embrace the troubles as a core part of personality. Only if we stop fighting the inevitable and have the presence of mind to start making some choices that could eventually pull us out of the bog.

Difficult but with efforts becomes simple.