Ghosts 👻
Ghosts
I continue to be haunted by ghosts from a life I once knew. A life, which hardly can be recognized by the world in which I currently reside within. Individuals from a past, that no longer recognize me. A world, which continues to send its messengers to haunt me, even to this day.
I often wish I could understand the purpose of these visits. To grasp what it is I need to take away, from each encounter. Is there something left over from a previous life, that I’ve yet to handle? Or are these visits meant for me to take action, and create a bridge between then and now? Am I meant to move forward and chase these visitors? Or are they simply here to haunt me, plunging me further and further into the depths of chaos?
The knowledge of another world continues to slip through my hands. Having spent a lifetime, building up something, and coming so close to reaching it- only to have it slip right through my hands. The constantly journey of finding purpose, erased from everything but my memory. I suppose these visitors from another realm truly are here on a mission. A mission of haunting me in my dreams.
Understanding what it is, these people want, is beyond my understanding. I have worked tirelessly to solve the equation, and yet every time I believe I’ve come close- another variable enters the fold. The constant changing and manipulating of thoughts and feelings, leaving any individual to eventually go mad in the process.
The only good news I can derive from these visits, is that I am not alone. The challenges which I face, continue to haunt individuals throughout history. Those who are attached to the main hive, those who share consciousness with our creator. The constant battle in understanding what it is that we seek to know, here in this world.
Loneliness can defeat a man- or it can create him. Being isolated and visited, constantly whenever a man closes his eyes, can be daunting. To no longer know peace, in one’s rest. To live in fear of who will visit him next, while his eyelids shut and the darkness consumes him. The constant ferris wheel of past ghosts, haunting him in every memory possible. The never-ending trauma of reliving the same evils, over and over again. The very forces which have shaped the individual who currently sits here, writing this, today.
The greatest mistake I have made with my life so far, is attempting to understand. Attempting to solve life’s equations, as if it were nothing more than a mathematical calculation. A series of formulas and numbers, all leading to some definitive and direct response. The idea that all the information I am consuming, will somehow lead me down a path of knowledge. The ignorance of a man, who is driven by his ego. The comedic approach of an individual, too scared to live.
Life is a feeling process. The chance to live, as a human being, caught up in flesh and blood. The process of understanding what it is, our purpose here on Earth, seems to be. The constant chasing of something greater, looking for a way to escape the pain. Perhaps leaning into the pain, and allowing it to consume you, is the true art of this word. Allowing the emotions to conquer you, and feel what it is they are trying to say.
Allow the ghosts of the past to consume your destiny,
and let your art speak volumes on their behalf.
Godspeed.
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