Welcome to the Hour of Late Night Reflections

Welcome to the Hour of Late Night Reflections

It’s a strange feeling you know, to feel a world of possibility brimming beneath your fingertips and yet remain unable to get a single thought out. 

Well I suppose if I can’t actually write then I shall have to just put down every single thought here without much thinking. Just write. Remember teachers used to make us do that, just keep writing even if it’s the same word over and over again. It’s kind of funny how a task I used to hate so much has now become my only salvation towards writing again. That’s another strange thing I suppose, I miss writing dearly, so much so that it feels like I have lost a good friend that I so wish would come back but won’t. I have ideas, words I wish to speak, ideas to ponder but must be written on paper to be justified and remembered as such, yet I still can’t. I stare at paper after paper, computer screen day in and day out, and yet I am still unable to put word to thought and thought to word. Worse yet is that it is painful. It is as though I am watching my spirit deteriorate right before my eyes and I am unable to do anything. I am victim, judge, executioner, and witness all in one. I’ve felt closer to a recovering drug addict lately, as though my head was clouded for days and now I am hoping for any sign of clarity while still feeling the withdrawal symptoms taunting me back to blissful numbness. And is that not what the human nature wishes? Do we not wish to be numb? 

Now that’s a thought worth thinking isn’t it? 

What does it mean to be numb? 

Look up the definition of the word in any dictionary and they’ll say something along the lines of losing the ability to feel and what not. I mean that definition isn’t wrong after all, has the internet ever lied to us before? But then again, those are words on a screen or a paper that try to dictate an aspect of the human condition in the most simplistic way possible. But we’re human beings, since when is anything we do ever simplistic. We crave simplicity to give us some semblance of control and order in this world but in the end it is only an illusion that will slowly fade away with time. So perhaps it is in the pursuit of simplicity that we become numb. In this scenario the proper definition would be the omission and ignoring certain emotions and situations in favour of focusing on easier topics. In other times we can choose to be numb to forget things that happened previously in which case it would be described as detachment from reality for the sake of self preservation. Either way, in my ramblings I hope to convey that there are many definitions of numbness because it is a complex and subjective emotion that changes from person to person and situation to situation. Now why bring this up now, you might ask? Well to be perfectly candid, I have no clue. Although I can say that the current ways of the world may have a hand in this. For example, and perhaps the biggest and most prominent example, Covid would be a reason to feel numb. And it is not just the two years of Covid itself that have stirred such emotion but also the revelations that have come with it. For two years we have been told to be calmly fearful yet hold a tentative and fearful calm. For two years we have been told to go out because life can still go on but please stay inside because life is drastically different. If anything Covid has just shown us how incredibly contradictory the world is, and that is perhaps the most draining of all.

These past few years we have seen that a pandemic changes everything and nothing at all, that people win and yet everyone loses in war, that actions are cruel but you can find the loophole to justify them when looking at the motives. Contradictions are perhaps that worst affliction the human mind has been cursed with and this year has shown that there is no escaping them. There is, rather ironically, simply a yes and no to every situation that happens simultaneously. And it is these contradictions that make the blissful numbness so appealing. For is it not a constant struggle to continuously argue within one’s mind what is right and what is wrong when many situations are equal and justifiable in both? It’s painful even to face this overwhelming typhoon of endless questioning that threatens to take us over. So why not, right? Why not just become numb to it all. I guess that even the dictionaries and internet searches got it right, that numbness is losing the ability to feel although I guess here it is more voluntary than cause and effect. Or maybe it is just an aftermath of everything going on and people did not wish to lose their ability to be in touch with themselves and the world. See, even figuring out the whys and hows of numbness is full of nothing but contradictions. I wonder if I should just go numb to understanding what it means to be numb as well. Now wouldn’t that be something. 

If you’ve managed to stay with me for this long, then I must commend you on your mental strength. There is neither rhyme nor reason for this, it is just simply a train of thought from a person who thinks and speaks in contradictions as well. Simple. Ironic again because the thought process behind this, though only written as a train of thought, was not simple at all. 

Well there’s my two cents on the subject of numbness as a sort of reflection of the past and present, thank you for reading my little ramble here. 

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Poetry Seminar Response: A Mess of Thought

Poetry Seminar Response:  A Mess of Thought

Response to “How to Write the Great American Indian Novel” by Sherman Alexie:

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The words surround and choke

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The safety and comfort I had known

Taking form and changing ways

It was intriguing; it was horrifying 

 

I knew the truth

Yet word after ignorant, arrogant word 

Struck with mighty force

Watch as it warps right to wrong to outrageous

The lies between them blur, the difference lost

 

I look down

I do not recognize what I see

The product of such words is strange, unknown

Abstract concepts, none familiar to me

 

Yet to my disbelief

This falsehood is what others believe 

Adorning ignorant nods and strange facts

 

My timid humble words

Strike not with any force, they do not stick they do not change

So how can I expect to show them truth

When they look to a me wearing their words

And say that it’s proof enough 

 

Response to “ We Shoot Children Too, Don’t We” by Dan Algamor 

Not Yet Gone:

Stand back and watch 

As the sky lights up

Peace and Love at War, Page 3, Banksy, Street artist, ArtistsAnd the stars shut down and shy away from such a fright

 

For a moment

Trick yourself into believing they are fireworks

The kind you and your cousins would release

A warm celebration every eid

 

Your cousins are gone now

Turned into fireworks and lit up the sky with shades of anger and fear

Your home lost with them

Taken by rapid guns and laughs

 

Look around and realize that home no longer exists

Your place of belonging no longer a place you can belong to

You are a ghost casting sorrowful shadows

The buildings in your wake crumbling, screaming, mourning

 

And if you dare scream, if you dare

They will angle the lights towards your face

And make demons from your despair

And weapons from your bare hands

 

So cover your cries

Take arms as they expect

Fighting for land not yet gone

 

 

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The Great Need for Personal Fulfillment

The Great Need for Personal Fulfillment

“Personal fulfillment is a need, not a luxury.”

The above quote is one that I just so happen to agree with. Life is both long and short. Our time here is limited and filled to the brim with hardships [the world small and its struggles many]. And if we are to be completely honest, little of what we do will be remembered or important when the reaper comes with scythe in hand. Yet life also finds ways to drag on, like the great wheel of time is pushing forth through mountains of sand. For the reason previously stated, life seems to take a more monotonous tone. Perhaps it is this mundane feeling that gives us the arrogant and naive feeling of immortality and that we have all the time in the world. It’s a fine line we walk really, can’t tip too much to either side. So anyway, life is too short to waste a moment doing nothing and too long to spend it wasting away with no joy. Therefore this would mean that personal fulfillment is necessary for one to truly live. Personal fulfillment is when an individual strives towards their goals and chooses to achieve them. One must have this type of drive or else they will be lost in what to do. Life would pass them by without them ever even noticing or accomplishing anything they wish. As was said before, we have a limited time here so nothing related to the real meaning and depth of our lives could be seen as a “luxury”. It is a need for personal fulfillment, something we must chase after so that we can look back and say that we can enjoy life and essentially prove to others that we were alive. 

 Even in the Allegory of the Cave written by Greek philosopher Plato, one can see that fulfillment is a great need of the people living in the cave. We can infer that they don’t comprehend death as they have never seen it before, yet they still have that need to learn about the world as soon and as much as possible. The one that leaves the cave has only experienced a small fraction of what the world has to offer but he already understands that he must seek more knowledge and relay these new discoveries to his comrades in the cave. This is his need to achieve fulfillment in his life, his need to satiate his newfound thirst for knowledge. Subconsciously he must feel the tick tick tick of time passing which, mixed with his own personal desires, pushes him forward. This man is the closest one could ever get to observing a human acting without outside influence, meaning that his actions prove that we have the innate sense to seek personal fulfillment in whatever form it may be. Although his reactions to the world also represent how such a goal takes time. 

“Under that light, would his eyes not be nearly blinded, unable to discern any of those things that we ourselves call real? … It would take time, I suppose, for him to get used to seeing higher things.”

One can not handle the full force of the sun at once just as they can not handle the full force of enlightenment and the need to achieve their goals all at once. It takes time, which ties into the fact that life is as long as it is short. See, if we were able to achieve personal fulfillment quickly, then that would defeat the purpose of actually enjoying the journey to achieve it. Let alone the fact that it is a heavy burden to bear all at once and takes a while to complete to a satisfying degree. 

So, based on the Allegory of the Cave one can conclude that personal fulfillment is a need, not a luxury. It is what helps us find the balance between living long repeating lives that are also doomed (blessed) to end. If we are born to die then we must focus on living full lives while we are here. Otherwise, we would go mad, too preoccupied with the thoughts of death. 

Citations:

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https://www.thedesertreview.com/opinion/columnists/millennialmeltdown/carrying-the-weight-of-the-world/article_532277bc-6653-11eb-8f0f-ef4fdc3584e8.html

https://www.drawingskill.com/art/17595

Desire To Escape

Desire To Escape

Individuals who lack confidence while facing societal pressure fall into the desire to escape, causing them to isolate and lose sense of the world.

    We face pressure and expectations all the time in our everyday lives. In fact, you could even say that such a thing is inevitable. We are constantly told how to act, how to think, where to go, how to feel, and even who to be. To act out of the predetermined guidelines set for us is to be wrong and mistaken, leaving room to be ridiculed by a society we never wished to be a part of in the first place. And of course, in the true complex fashion of life, it does not end there. As we stumble and try to fit into these unreachable expectations we remain vulnerable to judgment. Voices of people, both familiar and blurry, will shout words of insult. They will say that we are not good enough, that we will never make it, to simply give up. So what can one be expected to do in such a situation when they have been stripped of all confidence and self-worth? Well, it’s quite simple really. If everything in this reality is fearful and demanding, why not escape it?
   

https://www.deviantart.com/yanadhyana/art/Escapism-841520434

Escapism is defined as being the tendency to distract one’s self from an otherwise unsavoury reality through different entertainment. In theory, this sounds wonderful. Forget what is pressuring you, what is hurting you, and just run to a world that you actually enjoy being in; a world with no judgment or expectations, just relief. It’s true that this may be much easier to face, but it is just as dangerous as succumbing to those harsh words and realities. By spending their time living in isolated places they would rather be, the individual forgets that the real world still exists and that they are inevitably part of it. They lose touch with friends, opportunities, family, and goals.

https://welldoing.org/article/why-escapism-can-be-harmful

   The desire to escape is a situation I constantly find myself being a victim to. I don’t like to face reality or to deal with the expectations placed upon me. I know what I’m doing is wrong and that it will only harm me later, but it is so much easier than having to face things that only make me feel terrible. Yet even with this, I can not escape the feeling of guilt. Homework is stressful and not enjoyable, but reading about fantastical adventures in dangerous lands is exciting. I know I should go practice piano or do something productive instead of wasting time, but it is so much easier to keep scrolling through Instagram. I should answer everyone’s questions on what I want to do in the future, university and careers and whatnot, but I’d much rather keep pretending that I’ll be a child forever. And through this all, I feel pure and disgusting regret and guilt. Guilty that I didn’t finish my work earlier, guilty that I didn’t text that friend I haven’t talked to yet miss dearly, regret that I didn’t think about what kind of person I wanna be, regret that I didn’t even try to participate. And this heinous guilt causes a deeper desire to escape. It’s an endless cycle that I feel I can’t run from. And if I dare try to change, then those terrifying voices below once more and I am stuck engraving each word within my mind. They tell me that I will never amount to anything, that there is no point in someone like me trying. And I listen to it, these voices that are both a reflection of my own and of people around me. I use it as a sort of righteous reason to fuel my desire to escape, for if there is no hope for me then what is the point in trying? Escaping is easy and much more enjoyable than any reality, yet it is still dangerous and fake.