I'm about to expose a part of me I usually keep sheltered. It's nothing dark and sinister, or maybe it is but we are all morally dwarfed in some manner. Yes?
Not indulging and enjoying this behaviour in a sickening and demented way, rather a mild obsession to delve in deeper to discover more and know more about these sort of happenings. I'm sweet on heartbreak and chaos.
They ignite a frisson of intrigue in me. An intrigue of inquisitiveness, mostly. I draw to events that are out of the ordinary. You know, they don't happen often and when they do, crowds the world over are gradually drawn in and we all form a part of the consciousness that this event is creating. That chaos.
Right now, that chaos is packaged in the economic crisis in the US of America, the desperation in Somalia, the tension on the streets of the English, the reaching out to achieve peace in Libya and so forth. All these events, indicates human wreckage to me. And the questions mount in a burning fury, which in turn, has me wandering in the drama to silence my mind with neat or not so neat answers.
Reasoning always brings me back to the beginning and the core of my beliefs regarding life and human nature. As a collective, we are able to operate under adversity's black clouds - and that, there is always beauty in the damage. I watch the terrain and the circumstances, those involved and how their emotions and intellect steers them in their decisions.
Not indulging and enjoying this behaviour in a sickening and demented way, rather a mild obsession to delve in deeper to discover more and know more about these sort of happenings. I'm sweet on heartbreak and chaos.
They ignite a frisson of intrigue in me. An intrigue of inquisitiveness, mostly. I draw to events that are out of the ordinary. You know, they don't happen often and when they do, crowds the world over are gradually drawn in and we all form a part of the consciousness that this event is creating. That chaos.
Right now, that chaos is packaged in the economic crisis in the US of America, the desperation in Somalia, the tension on the streets of the English, the reaching out to achieve peace in Libya and so forth. All these events, indicates human wreckage to me. And the questions mount in a burning fury, which in turn, has me wandering in the drama to silence my mind with neat or not so neat answers.
Reasoning always brings me back to the beginning and the core of my beliefs regarding life and human nature. As a collective, we are able to operate under adversity's black clouds - and that, there is always beauty in the damage. I watch the terrain and the circumstances, those involved and how their emotions and intellect steers them in their decisions.
The unruliness caused by some is met with the need for quiet by others. It's always been that way, like yin and yang, how else will the world function. There has to be discord in order for peace to be restored, even in places like London where it seemingly appeared to be all tea and scones all day every day. I might not know anything for certain regarding these riots but there's not a chance that it is all sudden and startling. It's built up and suppressed anger that is being displayed in these vile showcases of ruin and looting.
It's quite amusing to see the nation wanting to pack it away neatly and quickly. These rioters had no slogans or demands as is expected with these type of rallies. This is different and that is what has peaked my interest.
As is obvious, race and social and economic dimensions are always cited in these disturbing events - leading to more pressing questions. In every society, are people marginalised by the abovementioned dimensions, and they are generally frustrated and feel obvious seclusion from the rest. There are always elements of silenced crying, a hunger for opportunity or merely a chance to do better and be better.
So, during my quest to understand the cacophony, the politics, the humane element; I flick through the channels, click on the buttons, turn the pages, visit the histories of something similar all the while feeling exquisitely uncomfortable as I get occasional glimpses and examination of wonderment by those around me who are nonchalant by the chaos.
It happens every day, in the little things or the not so little things that I discover just how individualistic I am. The hurt, anger, the aches and the chaos I navigate to is a concentrated yearning to see and find and befriend the subtle beauty in it all - because it is always there. Always. So, I scratch at the chaos and become exonerated in what lies underneath: the luminous glory of that which is larger and way more profound than all the rubble and debris we beings can manufacture.
As is obvious, race and social and economic dimensions are always cited in these disturbing events - leading to more pressing questions. In every society, are people marginalised by the abovementioned dimensions, and they are generally frustrated and feel obvious seclusion from the rest. There are always elements of silenced crying, a hunger for opportunity or merely a chance to do better and be better.
So, during my quest to understand the cacophony, the politics, the humane element; I flick through the channels, click on the buttons, turn the pages, visit the histories of something similar all the while feeling exquisitely uncomfortable as I get occasional glimpses and examination of wonderment by those around me who are nonchalant by the chaos.
It happens every day, in the little things or the not so little things that I discover just how individualistic I am. The hurt, anger, the aches and the chaos I navigate to is a concentrated yearning to see and find and befriend the subtle beauty in it all - because it is always there. Always. So, I scratch at the chaos and become exonerated in what lies underneath: the luminous glory of that which is larger and way more profound than all the rubble and debris we beings can manufacture.
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