I have noticed that the people I am closest to seem to share a habit of mine, we like to escape.Escape isn't the right word because we are never fleeing from anything, but more so building alternate places to wander. We create worlds of our own, worlds within our worlds, each opening up into another like the undressing of a babushka doll. When you have mastered the art of escapism it is as though your mind begins to unfold like the creased edges of a hypercube and you come to realise the infinite nature of thought. Thought, a simple thing that is always there and yet never exploited to its full mental potential. The human mind is a frighteningly powerful weapon.We are given a riffle of imagination, don't waste it shooting blanks.
Some people know how to live. It is not a thing that can be taught or learned or bought. It seems like a simple concept, find what makes you happy and do it. Some people will spend their entire lives hesitating like a waterfall before its plunge. In a world that is driven by control perhaps the hardest thing to do is to lose it. I think there are two kinds of cognition that determine our actions, the first is rationality and the second is passion. One of the best pieces of advice I have ever been given was from my philosophy lecturer who advised me to have an ego but not become addicted to it. What he meant was for me to indulge in the highs (and lows) of this reality but to realise that I am able to transcend everything, to let everything go when I need to escape the clasps of realism. Later on one of my favourite authors advised me to do everything with passion but with detachment. I see this as my life mantra. When I say detachment I am not talking of distance or coldness but more so of what my lecturer meant, which is that all things can be indulged passionately but you must not become addicted. You must always want the kick but not need it. Because if you need something than you become plagued by the fear of losing it and the desire to control it and the passion that once existed is scattered into sharp fragments of its once smooth form.
What is it that keeps you spinning? What keeps the blood rushing to your head? Sometimes I need to be up-side-down, just to get a different perspective. I have walked out of the house with my shirt on inside out four times this week. What does that mean? Do I want everything to be a little more shaken than stirred? Am I asking too many questions? staring out too many windows? Last night when I was riding home I let go of the handle bars and closed my eyes for a moment. I could feel everything drifting along side me, moving with me, and I was calm. Calm in my reckless abandonment, calm in knowing that I am not letting anything pass me by.
“Every once in a while, but not often, you can sit down and write a thing that you know is going to stand people’s hair on end for the rest of their lives- a perfect memory of some kind, like a vision, and you can see the words rolling out of your fingers and bouncing around for a while like wild little jewels before they finally roll into place & line up just exactly like you wanted them to…” - Hunter.S.Thompson