We lose touch of our true selves because we are too caught up in the constructs of our lives.
The moment belongs to you and no one else, do not let the thoughts of others or of things corrupt your mind.
Breathe and breathe the breath of life.
Feel and feel the feeling of what it means to be alive.
Sense the blow of the mighty wind and savour the wrath of the burning sun.
Breathe and breathe the breath of life.
Listen and hear the sound of what it says to be alone.
Alone in the vastness of everything.
Walk through the city after dark, without your phone, without anything. Ignore the people and the cars. The night is yours. Tonight and tomorrow belong to you, and only you.
Nobody and nothing; your home, your friends and your family are nowhere.
It is just you, breathing the breath of life. Alone, but alive.
You can exist, alone. Nothing else but your mind and your person matter. Every single other person, their dialogue, their comfort and their distraction are redundant. An unending show that takes the attention away from your own self.
You do not need people or things. You do not need distraction. You have your self and your self-awareness. You can exist, alone and alive, because your emotional and intellectual being is superior to those that need to pacify themselves with the preoccupation that is society.
Take a moment to breathe. Wander through the dark of the winter night. Through the middle of the city, by the sea or by the river. Hear the silence that is nothingness. The persistence of the wind and the merciless of the dark.
Realise that no other person may disrupt the equilibrium that is the independent you.
Consider that the comfort of those for whom you care and the comfort of those you believe care about you is lost, and that no one cares about anything except that caring may bring them comfort.
The moment you stop skimming on the surface of your own life will be the moment you dive into the mystery that is yourself. Self-awareness is not knowing that you are socially awkward or un-photogenic, self-awareness is knowing why you cheated on the one you thought you loved, knowing why you chose your career, why you aspire to the ideals to which you aspire, and what these mean to you, without any reference to people.
Let go of your addictions, the addictions that prevent you from reaching yourself. Not only addictions of substance, your alcohol, your drugs and your sex; but addictions of preoccupying yourself. Addictions to busying yourself with your occupation, your sports and your social media. The only pseudo satisfaction from your addiction is the illusion of progression and the escape from a real truth.
The reality in which you indulge yourself is not a reality, but a shallow pool of outward interactions and projections which you have been led to falsely believe fulfil you. Oblivion through busyness is not fulfilment, and will never be.
Take a moment to breathe the breath of life and realise that everything else does not matter; that the gift of your physiological and psychological balance is the gift of the universe, that tonight and tomorrow belong to you and to your fate, that your ambition is simultaneously precious and worthless, shaping what could be, and what could be in your way on your self-designated path of endless flagellation towards a distant and unattainable place called happiness.
Venture into the depth of the night, and explore your own self. Penetrate the mystery of your thoughts amid the false silence of the landscape, of the traffic in the urban or the nature in the rural. The cars that traverse in the distance and the wind blows in the near are passing faster than your thoughts will ever be able to race, because everything is moving faster than the rate at which you can actually appreciate most things for what they are.
You can inhale the air of the air.
It is just you, breathing the breath of life. Alone, but alive.
Beautiful, shallow and perpetually inadequate.
