Easter Reflection: On Mortality, Knowledge, and Strangeness.

“How strange it is to be anything at all!”, exclaims Jeff Mangum in one of my favorite songs.

It is a rather strange thing, indeed, to exist.  Maybe you don’t think so, you might think you have the answers for why we are here and where we are going, walking around with a “road map to life“. That’s ok. Personally, I find it eerie, upsetting, and rather awkward, that without your consent, without a choice, you were brought to existence, born from parents you did not choose, in a country you did not choose, taught and indoctrinated with customs and ideas about everything without ever been given a second to pause and think twice. Time keeps pushing you forward whether you like it or not, with every single choice you make remaining forever a part of your history, impacting you and others around you in infinite collaterality. Everyone who was here before you experienced this constant pressure from time, too. Everything they taught you was the best way they managed to figure out what exactly is going on, but not everyone concluded the same things, and who knows who is right?

Time never gives you a second chance. If you pay attention, you will notice decay and mortality all around you. Flowers blooming and withering, your own body changing, loved ones dying. Opportunities lost. Nothing can ever be undone, only reconciled. Offenses can never be taken aback, only forgiven.

It’s easy to feel insecure. Continue reading Easter Reflection: On Mortality, Knowledge, and Strangeness.

The Weight We All Carry

I really pay attention to people, details, things they say and things they do and what they are saying with their eyes. I have noticed that people live their lives in very different tones, even when practically speaking they may be doing the same thing. What do I mean by tones? Shades, intensity of color and light and saturation. A friend of mine would call it their “frequency“. One person does everything with intensity, he is into business talk, he has goals, he has a purpose and a direction and he does not see what happens outside of the line between him and his goal. Another person does not seem to have ambitions, yet she also seems to be fine: she has a job, friends and family, and that is pretty much what life is about. She does not spend much time thinking about anything beyond. Yet another person is in constant change, one time doing this, another time doing that, without care for what others think or to what is expected.

What makes one angry makes the other laugh, what makes one turn away, makes another come forward. One person tries to lead life, the other person follows where life leads — and most of us are strange animals in between. Continue reading The Weight We All Carry