Monday, 9 February 2009

Venting.


When fairly simple things become complex for no logical or neccesary reason, it displeases me. When, in a young buffalo's life for instance, has anything ever been overcomplicated?
Took this in India last month. And to me, it symbolises nothing but the innate, untouched simplicity that seems to spread itself over everyone elses life, but mine. Why do I feel this way? I guess I'm just venting.

Clearly I was mistaken in the thought that blogging was not to be my new means of expression, for now I find it being put to good use.

I suppose most people come on here and complain about how irksome and intolerable their life is in comparison to others. And its a well known fact most people do feel this emotion, especially in the harder times of life. And I guess, this buffalo, although seemingly at peace, innocent, and in black and white; Plain and simple - may have felt this emotion too. Doesn't everyone?
Even being safe in the knowledge of this, we cannot help but let this emotion take over, despite the kindly words of family/friends, and in this case, other buffalos. And who knows why we behave in such a way? All I know is we all do.

Sure you get those very few who claim to be at complete and utter peace with themselves, and to them, I say; Bollocks. No one is at complete peace, not really anyways. You could try a million books about being "At one" with oneself, and possibly another million about How to fight off the feeling of worthlessness. But nothing can prevent you, and all of us from feeling that emotion. One in which you feel so powerless, and worse off than the other 6 billion people in the world.

So, What am I trying to say?
It sucks to feel like that, I guess. And it sucks to know you've made others feel like that too. In a perfect world, we'd all be like that buffalo, a still image, black and white. Completely simplistic and totally happy in the constantly changing, unproblematic scenes of which we call life.

But thats never the way it is, and there are always those precocious people, who's aim in life it is to complicate things further. And then comes the question, have I turned into one of them?
And as I ramble on in an attempt to find true answer to my questions, and also to find out what kind of person I really am, I stumble upon the idea that yes, I am one of those people, and yet, I also feel this emotion. And perhaps there lies the answer, as to why we feel that way to begin with. A vicious circle which all leads back to number 1. Me. And if thats so, then what can I do to stop it? And in essence, there's nothing at all I can do. Because its the simple genetics within me that make me this way, and for that, there is no book/advice from a friend that can cure it.