I see it as a desire to engage less with the human world, with culture, and more with the natural world. It may well be a desire that comes and goes, a rhythm of life.
Am I bored a lot, yes; but why is that bad? Am I lonely a lot, yes; but why is that bad? Are my instincts driving me forward into the unknown, yes. Do I have any idea where I'm going, no. Is it more fun and scary this way, yes. I guess this is the path to no regrets, (who knows)!
"Do we want to step into the unknown?
Are we going to follow what feels true but cannot be put into words?
Follow the path, climb the stairs, enter the tunnel, plunge into the depths . . . or remain standing, observing, contemplating, analyzing. Be entertained, then move on to another door, another spectacle, another cloud of words.
Walk or watch?
For better or worse, I’ve made my choice. I paid the price. There is no turning back.
I don’t understand what is happening or why. Perhaps it is not meant to be understood. Or maybe I just don’t care anymore. I know something is happening. I try to move with it, swirl at the center of the vortex. That’s plenty already."
Well put. But is this ennui a result of engaging too much with the world, or too little?
I see it as a desire to engage less with the human world, with culture, and more with the natural world. It may well be a desire that comes and goes, a rhythm of life.
Am I bored a lot, yes; but why is that bad? Am I lonely a lot, yes; but why is that bad? Are my instincts driving me forward into the unknown, yes. Do I have any idea where I'm going, no. Is it more fun and scary this way, yes. I guess this is the path to no regrets, (who knows)!
"Do we want to step into the unknown?
Are we going to follow what feels true but cannot be put into words?
Follow the path, climb the stairs, enter the tunnel, plunge into the depths . . . or remain standing, observing, contemplating, analyzing. Be entertained, then move on to another door, another spectacle, another cloud of words.
Walk or watch?
For better or worse, I’ve made my choice. I paid the price. There is no turning back.
I don’t understand what is happening or why. Perhaps it is not meant to be understood. Or maybe I just don’t care anymore. I know something is happening. I try to move with it, swirl at the center of the vortex. That’s plenty already."
Very profound!!