Thursday, April 22, 2010

Irrellevance of everything

So life goes on. It really does. There is no great moment of conclusion - unlike what we are told by books and films - life really does go on after those incredible events form into completion and decision. Yet as I firmly grasp this concept of the finite I again continue to see irrelevant possibilities rise forth in the mind-stream. Its such a distorting thing to speculate on. I would really love to have something to settle into. A place all of my own within myself.

I think having this kind of anchor is really important to all of us. When we are in the womb the anchor is our mother which is physically chained to us through the umbilical cord. When that cord is cut we begin a life of searching for that certain thing which will hold us in our place.

In today's culture there is so much emphasis on the external we can forget to look inside.

I see some people take this search and romanticise it into a search for love. And yet that is also not the same because I see these very people fall completely dependant on their lover. Not in a good way. A classic example is the husband who cannot for the life of him look after himself and expects his wife to cater to his needs. I know this stereotype is being broken down steadily by the ideal of a 'modern husband' and the so called metro-sexual men. And I'm not saying that's not the only occurrence, there are both women and men who become dependant on their spouse. Its odd how this happens and as I go through life I notice this is more common than I expected.

But than I notice other people will go on a constant search for the perfect image. Holding their anchor in their appearance. Others may search for the perfect car, or having the perfect family or house.

These things can really tear lives apart. But we all do it and accept it as normal. Unless it effects us directly. If we are getting washed away by someone else's tsunami of desire.

*UNFINISHED*