The Outline of Comfort Zone: Why Not Feel at Ease
Feeling at ease, living with parents, having a safe seat in some dusty office, drinking beer every Friday evening and being trapped in the torrents of conventions, duties, responsibilities and norms.
- Facebook - is your arena for making "friends" and keeping "in touch" without a single touch in reality;
- Youtube - is the best entertainment before falling asleep into the marsh of dreams, sweet dreams about your leaving the circulus vituosus.
- Instagram - is the greatest reason to pretend that there's something to take place in your plain life with a slight aftertaste of purposelessness and foolishness.
You watch Walter Mitty films, listen to groups screaming about becoming insane, breaking the conventions and going to the native - you agree and follow the same beaten track of what is tagged "normal".
At ease. How many of those who built great plans about dropping all that shit and leaving to another country left? How many dissatisfied people work to make both ends meet, to survive just to become a forgotten trash after a decade? To pay the bills, debts, loans, mortgage. To call the process of buying-earning-eating-sleeping-defecating a life, and to give such "life" to new generations. This is our imprisonment for life in the sweat box of our mind: I must obey, I must stick to the laws, I must follow, I must, I must - a mast of a ship going down.
An umbrella to walk in the rain, a visum to travel to those you miss, a morning to drink coffee and a white-collar job to meet the expectations of your parents. We claim "Fuck the normality", draw graffiti on the walls of a stifling city, mix cola and whiskey, promise to begin a new life from Monday. We hate the borders, despise the government and cherish the idea of anarchism. But Monday comes and we set off for our beloved grey office met by tense smiles of those who "liked" our Sunday photos on Facebook. We take pain killers to suppress the last gasp of dissatisfaction in our lungs and keep on being fucking normal following the plans, obeying to the laws, sticking to the schemes, living up the expectations.
We think that we're free to choose, but the choices have already been done by others and foisted on us in the very childhood by our parents who taught us to follow, to obey, to wake up at a certain hour and to go to bed when we didn't want to. They made us obey, breeding generations of slaves who consider themselves free to choose. We've been programmed through all our life - programmed to become gears in the hungry fat state machine that would't let us free until we're of no longer use. The greatest fraud, isn't it?
There's no freedom in the world of conventions and we can't but accept it. Though walking in the rain without an umbrella, staying awake all nights long, following the fine scent of your genuine emotions and quitting your governmental job with "lots of perks" once and forever - remember that you've just become a bit more free.
Anastasia
There's still freer than that - I've contemplated it a few times myself...but I'm still here, wherever that is. So, yeah, still not really free at all.
Our minds' self-defense mechanisms can make it difficult to really hold and see the fact that we mostly operate at a level that keeps us barely content enough to agree to go through the motions every day...until one day, we catch an honest thought; one small thought with all the energy of a tidal wave, one brief moment of mental clarity - "oh, how I've wasted my time on such petty and superficial affairs...what a fool I've been."
I've experienced more life between two breaths than I have within whole years of "living".
The "me" that I think is being honest with itself is a great cause of depression and anxiety. Fortunately, the lack of "me", the real self that I know when all the bullshit programs in my mind stop running (replaying memories, re-living painful experiences on continuous loop) - that self; it is very compassionate for all the mistakes that a mind run by so many self-destructive programs and beliefs has made. That self can look at the past and laugh, knowing well that everything isn't so serious and that things can be just as good and beautiful today, regardless of what happened yesterday.
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Oh, thanks. Yes, that's original content as everything posted in my blog.
I'd love to see those photos centered and the pragraphs more spaced out..
Example:
Feeling at ease, living with parents, having a safe seat in some dusty office, drinking beer every Friday evening and being trapped in the torrents of conventions, duties, responsibilities and norms.
Doesn't this look better to you?
How do you develop discipline and strength of character if your parents let you do whatever you want?
Personality is about doing whatever you want and making your own choices. Judging from my personal experience I can say that no parental supervision could save me from doing some bad things. That was experience that taught me much better than restrictions and home conventions.
If you have to learn everything by experiencing consequences, believe me you're going to have to go through a lot of grief. I'm 67 years old and I learned too much the hard way. As the saying goes "too soon old and too late smart".
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