An open letter to critical thinking.
The same sights, the same sacred, lonely people. The same puddles, trees, cars. I’m stuck in another cage. Is this all there is? Transcending through one cage after another, imagining some framework to progress, but we don’t move progress or regress. We move horizontally, shifting to a different cage, but still just as trapped as when we started.
There are varying grades of containment. In the heart of the woods, on the ocean front, at the mountain slopes, forgotten wetlands, I feel most free. The natural is fleeting landmarks to human spirituality. Simultaneously cruel and nurturing. A multitude of spiritual paradoxes deep within despite whether or not we know or acknowledge it.
I reach out to expand, to grow, but they’ve clipped my wings, they push my curious head back into my cage. They obstruct the view of potential in the outside world and I can’t have it. I’m ready to pull my hair out, to mutilate, disfigure, until someone listens.
There’s something to this. The self-expression, a window to Aristotle’s divine manifestation, (http://classics.mit.edu/Plato/republic.3.ii.html) and though I’m stuck in a cage in nature, I’m closer to transcending than ever.
Reality consists of perspective.
Death is not a thing to be feared, death is not something to be cherished.
It is simply the unknown. We only have one life, but we’re contained by the limitations of our body,
we can’t imagine what it would be like to be free of our aging bodies, but we’ve been given an opportunity.
A break from the eternal after. A chance to suffer, to show who we are, and what we’re willing to do with the chords that chime so intimately.
Proving what our love can do in another realm from the norm. We have all of eternity to be in the bliss of after, this is our chance to suffer, and have something to show for it.
This is the time to discover Humanity. If you can, please, try something new today. Open a book about a subject you haven’t explored, a genre of music or literature.
Please anything to stimulate the mind. There’s so much to learn in the folds of history, so many skills mastered through the practice. It is a constant struggle to keep the mind elastic, but learning to be flexible in every facet of one’s life is an important, fulfilling skill. Curiosity trumps all.