Wholeness

The stream of thoughts I have, it's like trying to catch a slimy, wriggly eel with your hands. You just begin to grasp it, make sense of it, and it's gone, back to the depths from where it came.

I see many "creators" who seem to have no problem putting together pieces, seemingly with ease ... but sadly for me, it's often too difficult to put anything together of any real substance.

Like just now, I had a thought about how many others are just regurgitating something they've seen, someone else's work, like recycling. Okay if it's an improvement of an idea, bringing things together, questioning, adding "value" to a piece. But often it's either AI slop or a copy and paste of another's ideas, some even with a price tag attached, as if to add more value if it's paid for or subscribed to.

True "virgin" ideas come from being authentic and perhaps fearless.

Your perspective is often a result of years of listening to narratives, forming opinions based on preconceived, secondhand information. Even if you have a "i didn't know that" moment, it's still too late if the opinion has already been formed and pretty much set in stone. It's as if, in this world we have to be 100% certain about everything or we may fail (at our jobs / relationships etc), yet often we know very little, apart from what we've been told, and our thoughts are limited to co-exist with those beliefs.

I've always thought of our minds as being like a sponge, how we soak up all the information we experience from birth, some sticks and some falls away. If we could only allow it to "breathe", pause and reflect, instead of reaction, we just sit with it for a moment.

Often we experience black and white, instead of a spectrum of colour and possibilities. We are taught using flowcharts and multiple choice questions, as if all possibilities could ever be that easy to choose.

Our "value" is in the data we give, but beneath the surface there is so much more to offer, ourselves and each other.

Notice how I changed to the third person? Not sure what that is.

I guess my thoughts for this piece are centred on how much of our "true" selves we experience from day to day.

Like the line in the "Final Cut" track (by Roger Waters) that goes something like ... "and if I, showed you my dark side, what would you do?" Followed by all of the possibilities of how his love would react to his internal struggles.

We (I) often hide the part(s) of ourselves that just wouldn't be "acceptable". A need to be open and authentic, even intimate, is a dangerous one, as if it threatens to expose a weakness within, you, me, in him or her ... so we choose to bury parts of ourselves that don't agree.

Like a square peg in a round hole, we must shape ourselves and fit a role, just go along with it. We do this to ourselves, through fear ... of being abandoned and alone. But guess what, we abandon ourselves in the process, like losing sight of the coast line, drifting in a vast ocean of nothingness.