There are times when you have to confront the inner you: your fears, anxieties and even the pain that persists inside your heart. This is the time when you have to extract yourself from the noise of the people around and consider the inner silence...
These turmoils are part of your existence, you knew this fact long before. But why is it that there are persons who could not take such darkness that they succumb to the eternal abyss of death? They would curtail the future blossoms of hope by resorting to the embrace of the rope on their necks, the searing whispers of the sharp razors on their wrists or the toxic promises of those pills...
We are all insane. This sentence alarmed you when you came over a book from an academic. According to him, our only difference from those mumblers is our ability to control our individual sanity... But when would be the yielding point of such control? What is the breaking point of our iron will so not to scream and shout obscenities to the man on the moon?
Exhale! That's what that soul diva told you via her songs. These emotions bottling up inside could be released by looking at the horizon. The vastness and immeasurable space must overwhelm you. The tight feeling inside your chest is but fleeting...There are arms around you, hold them...There are shoulders at reach, cry on them...There are people who love you, love them back...
Still, the process of grieving and hurting must be savored for you could not proceed to the next level without that stage. Emptying yourself is not possible if denial is there...this could lead to the aforementioned abysmal darkness of surrender...
Is there a room for existential angst these days? It seems that all moments are being distracted by electronic glitches and technological claws. We could not pause for a moment without our cellphones' ring tone cajoling us to read texts. We could not concentrate on our R&R since we need to plant something on the virtual farm. We don't need to communicate with real persons in the Internet cafe for we have virtual friends... We could also malfunction when there is a brownout... We feel sad, irritated and forget about the sky, the stars and even the poems written by Rossetti...
Yes, we need to slow down. We must not fail to examine ourselves for we might not know what level of insanity are we into these time...
"Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality..."
- Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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