I have a situation, a pattern that i believe is consistent throughout my daily routines but is also representative of a fundamental cycle that i continuously go through.
I've been able to dissect it piece by piece over a long period of time and the illusion is beginning to crumble away; which has stirred everything up within me on a deep level. What happens with this pattern is i create an ideal that i wish to achieve, this ideal serves as justification for my existence hence creating the illusion that i have a greater meaning or purpose.. i attempt to maintain this illusion at all costs for it defines me, if only temporarily. Once i actually come close to obtaining this ideal the distance of separation between myself and the object begins to converge and i panic because i can feel myself slipping into the void.. as beyond that ideal i am defined by nothing.. so i create another story of myself.
I've gone through this cycle more times then i'm even aware of, but each time it gets shorter.. the light becomes brighter and the shadows are far and few between. There's been a couple of times where i've allowed myself to fall closer into it and all i can hear is 'you could die' 'this is the end'; my heart is racing and im shaking at this point.. the only means i see to break this pattern is to let go, that however seems extremely difficult..
I feel like im walking a razors edge..
I've been able to dissect it piece by piece over a long period of time and the illusion is beginning to crumble away; which has stirred everything up within me on a deep level. What happens with this pattern is i create an ideal that i wish to achieve, this ideal serves as justification for my existence hence creating the illusion that i have a greater meaning or purpose.. i attempt to maintain this illusion at all costs for it defines me, if only temporarily. Once i actually come close to obtaining this ideal the distance of separation between myself and the object begins to converge and i panic because i can feel myself slipping into the void.. as beyond that ideal i am defined by nothing.. so i create another story of myself.
I've gone through this cycle more times then i'm even aware of, but each time it gets shorter.. the light becomes brighter and the shadows are far and few between. There's been a couple of times where i've allowed myself to fall closer into it and all i can hear is 'you could die' 'this is the end'; my heart is racing and im shaking at this point.. the only means i see to break this pattern is to let go, that however seems extremely difficult..
I feel like im walking a razors edge..