I know not to whom I am talking nor of what I am babbling on and on… nonsense, or rather nonsensical bursts of words need sometime to be put down in order to remain sane, that is to say “mad as a hatter” of course.
It is said that no matter what happens in life, there is a meaning with everything… not seeing – or not wanting to see – does not make it any less of a reality. But then – saying “hello” to my favorite doctrine-ers of the Wakefield here – what kind of a reality are we referring to? This is a conceptual concept that has to be true no matter your reality…
The concept of reality pushes one to the limits of ones sanity when trying to figure out the whys, whats and whats-not: but even then I’ll think as I choose fit for my comfort which might put anyone else in an uncomfortable train of thoughts. Comfort for the uncomfortable has to come through your comfort zone, get out and then expend the un-comfort to comfort again. There is of course no end to this because whether your reality is better than mine – or vice versa – none is really right or wrong for none holds any universal truth. In other words the mind has nothing to do with mathematics.
Truth, realities and beliefs… nothing of what you say matters to me the way it does to you; but that is all right although I do not share any of your angles, or you mine, we always meet on a common ground of tolerance and acceptance. Understanding without changing drastically in someone else is what makes us unique. Therefore I do not care for what you put it because we’re different, which makes it all the more interesting and enjoyable to listen to you.
The conceptual concept of being different just for the sake of it is but an illusion; we are who we are and we cannot help being different because it is in our nature. Uncontrollably we push one another towards normality to reach this small patch of green grass that we understand according to our own sets of rules; or so we think we do… by the way, your green patch is greener than mine so “we wants it”… “my precious…” tssss tssss tssss!
We desperately want to be normal and belong to a group that, by definition, is defined by the same properties… yet, we thrive to be different and scream our souls out that we need to be who we are: one of kind. The illusions that realities are and define… this makes no sense, but in many ways, you might find some bits and pieces that might be of some interest to you.
Everything happens for a reason… easier said than done would say some of my friends. In my reality, no matter how harsh a given situation has become, there must be a meaning behind it or everything else would be pointless. Brent Smith from Shinedown sings it better than I’d ever write it “If there were nothing wrong, there wouldn’t be anything right” (© Shinedown 2008 – “What a shame” – Album: The Sound of Madness).
This is a conceptual concept of the mind which has to be true no matter our reality… what about those who refuse to accept it? Are they not missing something?
I suppose that the word missing is also subject to subjectivity and one could debate its meanings… maybe those who are missing something are in the right and are, in fact, not missing anything… there is no truth but truths but told we might never hear the end of them for they are as numerous as there are souls on this planet. And yet, I hold no truth of concern to any of you… just mine.
Just be glad about it.