A great source of acute commotion is the silence that often creeps up and surrounds you, bringing the faded forward, and the background noise gets daunting and closer. Your own island is the line between bliss and torment, often flailing on either side, and sometimes even going far astray to one. Have you ever really discovered your own island? What is it made of? What is the fear that keeps you from it? Or is it the disguise that our realities that keep jerking us to the fickle, the easier, the surface where a spade is most definitely a spade? The alternate reality where your island poses questions and irks your mind is daunting and dark, or is it just me? Is it endless or have you gotten your horizons figured? Why do we run and what from? And towards what? What is this happiness that we so desperately seek if not from inside, the island? Does improper happiness derived from the fickle, the insignificant qualify as happiness, or is it just a way to delude ourselves into frequent oblivion of the quiet conscience? When all else is quiet and you’ve got all doors slowly close on you, even if it’s for the night, you’re forced to look within, curse the human nature to always look – damn us inquisitive beings. What do you find inside? Do you falter? Do you hesitate? Or do you plunge in with your head thrown back in all your silent glory? What role do the people around us play? Our work, our escapisms, our books? Is it all just a cruel circus we’ve designed to keep us fashionably preoccupied and away from the within, the island? Is our carefully constructed external life such, so as to avoid the inevitable? Where would you run? And how long does it take you to discover that you can’t really run. How do you silence your mind? Is there a way to do that, do you try to drown the noise with loud, meaningful music? Or desperately sought-after stimulating conversations that occasionally sweep you? Is it liquor or drugs that help drown the noise and fade the island? Is it absence of the island what we have come to know as “bliss”? But has anyone really discovered how to detach self with the island? Is that why no one really stood within the nirvana we call “self-actualization”? Is the fact that we can’t escape the within, the reason we haven’t yet found satisfaction? The chaos we adhere to, and happily so, to drown the island that knows you too much, too deep. The scars are reflected upon the skies and the constellations on the island, and it’s routes are those of your heart, experiences and memories. Yet, one little push towards it and our breath catches in our bosoms. Is it just me or is the island the ultimate fear that man has yet to overcome? Great rulers and leaders may have conquered lands and made them their own, but who’s to say what your own island has in store? Is there someone? Anyone?
I love question posts. I've made a few myself and even a poem about "what ifs?" It's rather fascinating how our ego mind works and once we have the ability to simply turn it off and just be it's even more strange because it just feels like the world is a movie that we're walking around in and seeing happen around us. Great post Aymen!
Thank youu, I love question posts also, if we were to sit completely oblivious to all that surrounds us in this mystical world, we wouldn't be doing it any justice. <3
Interesting, very thought provoking, this topic comes up in meaningful conversations with a special few in our life, but never seen it written down in black and white.
When you talk about escapism towards an island, alot comes to ones mind, the views, the smell, the sun, the breeze. What comes to my mind is the utter and ever so charming 'calm' of that whole scene. I drink at times to enjoy with friends, other times I drink to numb my mind enough to mimic the calmness of that island. Its not a bad thing, just means that you have this place you want to reach if not now then maybe sometime in life, if you reach it now it will be ''escapism'' if you reach it later it will be an '' accomplishment''. We all seek an island. Some of us find our own, and some come across their islands together. Happy ever afters?
I love the new concept of shared islands. Perhaps you could elaborate on that one :p
no, the island cannot be known definitively.
individual skew in the self perceptive movie we play, where roles for each other, environment and ourselves are too multifaceted to consciously discern. hence they perpetuate.
when a closure of ultimatum appears realizable, prolix challenges will be created for you by your own mind, de gustibus.
those claiming nirvana/transcendence/enlightenment have simply accepted their current level of internal anguish.
are choices absolutely yours? if not, who makes the choices, what are the intentions, can anyone fathom?
so called rulers who declare a section of earth 'conquered' for a limited time are just as delusional as everyone else, when chaos is the hereditary mode of being.
each thought or judgement(s) settled on within, the lies we tell ourselves, are construed to attempt to know the unknown. perhaps death is a justified, desirable response by that unknown.
ciao
Liam, this was partly inspired by that one conversation we had about the fear of not knowing... You're right, perhaps all this is just defense mechanisms that our brains have evolved into in the millions of years that humans have walked the earth, but why? And if we deconstruct every single one of them, then what? That's the question
A lovely, probing piece! Well written! 😊
Thank youu <3
Ima have to read this ten more times before i fully comprehend what you are getting at. When i read the comments im like, eh? That said, as i am now-- i. Think that its great to be in meditative spaces for periods of time. Escape is sometimes essential for clarity. But it depends on how. You get there. Also-- if im conquering physical land then im not aware of or concerned with metaphysical concepts. But probably therapy can help some generals....
Lima my girlll <3
Hahaha you're amazing, and it could definitely help more than just generals...