On this quest to find myself my home within, I am more and more often coming across and ponder on the dark side.
The dark disguised in bright shiny colours blinding us with its promises.
In my culture it used to be symbolised by fancy sexy women with long hair, that when you could see their backs, it was like rutten trees with big holes and white worms crawling around predicting the walking of death.
So – I am exploring the backside of truth and of vulnerability, creativity, passion – when it has gone haywire.
My first stop is numbness.
According to statistics we have never shut down and tried to numb ourselves so much ever before. It is food, medication, drugs, debt, gambling, internet, sex etc etc – and etc. Long list. Very long list.
So long it makes me wonder – taken everyone at any moment is saying or doing what they think is best for that very specific moment – and we run away – collectively – to this extent – it must mean:
a) we are not so insensitive as we think of each other nor about ourselves?
b) how we live and how we relate to each other and our biological environment must be considerably off target?
Maybe we are all just trying to survive and when we run out of tools we just go back to something, which we for whatever reason references as comfort, something we think we have control over.
There is also proven, that for each generation we have become more and more sensitive. Our biological senses are overworked and indirectly saying the no we can’t get ourselves to say out loud.
Many children, when kicking back, are judged horribly and given all sorts of acronyms. Maybe it is the other way around?
Is it our bodies, with increased heart diseases, all sorts of cancers, allergies, over sensitivity – screaming the best it can?
We have all run enough now. We simply can’t take another step any more. We have to deal with ourselves in another way.
No flee. No freeze. No fight.Now what?
With this I go to bed tonight.
323 signals to go. Good night.