We live in a colorful world full of contrasts and nuances, filled with ideas, concepts and beliefs but we get so distracted by them along the way, that by the time we realize how much we've drifted from our goals and purposes it is either too late or we can never catch up to them.
The idea is simple, really. We are born with an enormous hunger for the world around us and in those first years we are capable of doing so many great things compared to the rest of our lives. We learn to crawl, walk, talk, have feelings towards others and so much more, but at some point, we gradually slow down our pace. We begin to drift alongside the world, we begin to walk like it and talk like it losing touch to our individuality and more important, to finding our purpose. We get accustomed to our daily routines and find refuge in our stale, never evolving concepts.
We begin to linger on our past and future, on decisions and regrets, on ideas, on probabilities, we begin to analyze each step ... and we think so hard about these things, until slowly, an emptiness of sorrow and disbelief manages to find its way into ourselves. An emptiness that we can never abolish even though we're thinking we're taking the right path in life. An emptiness that slowly grows bigger and bigger the more we embrace our routines, forcing us into trying to get rid of it with various feelings of happiness, cheerfulness, love or hate ...
At first we notice it as a tiny shadow casted in the corner of a vast field without looking around at what caused it. We acknowledge it and eventually we forget that it's there. But in time it will emerge and will uncontrollably influence our actions without us being aware. And when we do realize what has happened we find ourselves in a continuous battle trying to fill the void and stop its expansion. We will focus entirely not on doing what is right for us but rather on what has to be done in order to salvage what little of our individuality is left inside. We will run blindly towards finding happiness not as a purpose but as a response to our growing emptiness.
And in the end, our individuality will forever be a place of conflicts and dissension, our purpose will forever be divided between walking alongside the world in its rhythm and squashing the emptiness inside ourselves and our decisions will never make sense again...
