Associative imprints directing the course of life
We often operate under associative terms, based on previous experience guiding the expectations of future undertakings. Thinking one or two impressions is enough to describe what we are currently undergoing. Those impressions are often based on how something made us feel or acted earlier, and we can carry them with us to unrelated situations where the truth is in actually completely different. Because we carry with us associations of how something must be, it causes a blockage of allowing something to unfold in a more unprocessed flow.
We can attach sadness, joy, hope, laughter and dread to a multitude of things, even believing that only very specific people can evoke laughter, as if a natural part of our being reminds stuck in purgatory with no chance of being recovered and brought back to its rightful owner.
We can attch sadness to a specific place due to unfortunate happenings, and think there is no possibility of a reversal, due to an obstinate need for a predictable scenario in which our predetermined thoughts are solidified. Thus denying any room for our preconcieved notions to be shattered. A junction point where there is no chance for new possibilities to occur.
When labelling the environment around us as in absolutist terms with a handful of associative predictions we refuse to let go of, our soul is hindered from seeing things perspecuity. Obscurred by the needless connections we try to establish in an attempt to be prepared for active avoidance if trivial similarities are noticed.
When presented with the slightest hint of reoccuring elements, there can be a tendency to jump to hurried conclusion and clevery construct a delirious prophecy of what is yet to come.
Can we truly be free if every step is administered by the foreshadowing of tribulations, if we always form coalitions to unions, places, expression that are completely different, but still hampered by the need to make correlations that are shaped by past impressions.
Thinking that a jester will appear to mimic your moves and of those around you, to mirror and bring the resurfacing of old sagas, and have the unpredictability of life to comply diligently to a rigid set of infeasibilities.
When constantly recounting and stenghtening the associations we have, our life quickly becomes cramped and confined to outgrown ideals that no longer hold relevance to where we currently find ourselves. Some of the beliefs are minor in size, some more personal, some can even extend to a huge scale that goes beyond any borders, and compressed into a tiny ideal that shuns the possibility of diversity and jumble. Refusal to acknowledge that life is messy, unpredictable and full of chance. Neglecting such a view in favor of a tidy explanation that believes multitudes can be easily explained and labelled based on a simple overview or a swift generalized assessment.
When we maintain our assertions of unsolicited beliefs, and refuse to see and feel with different motions, we actively hinder justice and fairness to what we are faced with, since our minds are enclosed and captivated by previous indoctrinations.
There are always exeptions in life, and no statistics, data or experience can rightfully determine the entirety of how things will transpire. Fluctuations and variations remains, and nothing ever comes in the same package it once was delivered.
When associations take over, thinking we can only love one person, laugh in one way, sing at one place, dance in one bar only, or how we no longer can dance, sing, love or laugh based on the reactions of past and allowing similair predictions of associations appointed to a leadership position. The boss of our every move being like cinematographer that only includes flashbacks in his films while never offering contemporary shits. When exluding all other options of differing idiosyncracies due to a stern mentality, we are coersed into a prison of the mind that dissarms us of our ability to be free without sullying the pure river. To be unbiased and unprejudiced in the interractions we have with our own soul, and that of others, should perhaps be the goal to strive for. To replace a bucket of documents we manically allude to as irrefutable evidence , with a clean slate, that writes itself as we go along.
We can attach sadness, joy, hope, laughter and dread to a multitude of things, even believing that only very specific people can evoke laughter, as if a natural part of our being reminds stuck in purgatory with no chance of being recovered and brought back to its rightful owner.
We can attch sadness to a specific place due to unfortunate happenings, and think there is no possibility of a reversal, due to an obstinate need for a predictable scenario in which our predetermined thoughts are solidified. Thus denying any room for our preconcieved notions to be shattered. A junction point where there is no chance for new possibilities to occur.
When labelling the environment around us as in absolutist terms with a handful of associative predictions we refuse to let go of, our soul is hindered from seeing things perspecuity. Obscurred by the needless connections we try to establish in an attempt to be prepared for active avoidance if trivial similarities are noticed.
When presented with the slightest hint of reoccuring elements, there can be a tendency to jump to hurried conclusion and clevery construct a delirious prophecy of what is yet to come.
Can we truly be free if every step is administered by the foreshadowing of tribulations, if we always form coalitions to unions, places, expression that are completely different, but still hampered by the need to make correlations that are shaped by past impressions.
Thinking that a jester will appear to mimic your moves and of those around you, to mirror and bring the resurfacing of old sagas, and have the unpredictability of life to comply diligently to a rigid set of infeasibilities.
When constantly recounting and stenghtening the associations we have, our life quickly becomes cramped and confined to outgrown ideals that no longer hold relevance to where we currently find ourselves. Some of the beliefs are minor in size, some more personal, some can even extend to a huge scale that goes beyond any borders, and compressed into a tiny ideal that shuns the possibility of diversity and jumble. Refusal to acknowledge that life is messy, unpredictable and full of chance. Neglecting such a view in favor of a tidy explanation that believes multitudes can be easily explained and labelled based on a simple overview or a swift generalized assessment.
When we maintain our assertions of unsolicited beliefs, and refuse to see and feel with different motions, we actively hinder justice and fairness to what we are faced with, since our minds are enclosed and captivated by previous indoctrinations.
There are always exeptions in life, and no statistics, data or experience can rightfully determine the entirety of how things will transpire. Fluctuations and variations remains, and nothing ever comes in the same package it once was delivered.
When associations take over, thinking we can only love one person, laugh in one way, sing at one place, dance in one bar only, or how we no longer can dance, sing, love or laugh based on the reactions of past and allowing similair predictions of associations appointed to a leadership position. The boss of our every move being like cinematographer that only includes flashbacks in his films while never offering contemporary shits. When exluding all other options of differing idiosyncracies due to a stern mentality, we are coersed into a prison of the mind that dissarms us of our ability to be free without sullying the pure river. To be unbiased and unprejudiced in the interractions we have with our own soul, and that of others, should perhaps be the goal to strive for. To replace a bucket of documents we manically allude to as irrefutable evidence , with a clean slate, that writes itself as we go along.
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