My distraction is aware of all that it lacks. It can be missing out on the various sounds of rain or it can be not holding the knowledge to appreciate architecture it falls on.
I accept that there is a lot that I don’t accept. I understand that there is a lot that I don’t understand. Distraction is the doom of my being. Distraction is the life of my death.
Sleep. It’s a distraction from where we are running away from. It takes us somewhere strange.
Dreams. Every single soul on this earth has them. It’s the mystical land removed from reality yet it mirrors reality more than we can fathom. The thing you’re running from ends up chasing you.
Understanding. Either we can travel the world feeding our fear of losing out on the truth. Or we can sit here and imagine the truth we fear. We can make the truth, have faith in it, reason with it or just simply understand. There is nothing there to understand.
Meandering. A word that describes best what you’re reading, what you’re living, what you’re hearing around you, or what you’re not seeing around you. Yet we seek to find meandering patterns to fool ourselves that we understand.
We need to understand just one thing. We understand nothing yet we understand everything.
The contradictions are a part of life. Sometimes they baffle me. Sometimes Iām energized by them. This take on the subject energized me, for sure. Lots to ponder! Love your title! ā¤ļø
Thank you JanBeek. Your comments are now part of posts now. Always waiting for your reading of my writing š
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I am so moved by your piece… These are thoughts that I ponder over daily and you wrote them into a cohesive understanding.
Iām glad. I write for this type of impact. š¤
Nicely penned and circular in subject matter. It was a very enlightening and thought provoking read. Thanks for sharing. *smiles*
Glad you liked this one too. Hope you stay and read more *smiles back*