moments of reflection
Sep. 3rd, 2005 02:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldearThere are times when it seems almost unfair that our earliest existence should be one of unity, of belonging, of being encompassed within our mother's womb; ideally, of being loved and nurtured and nourished - and then of being expelled, spat out into the world in a birthing that is pain of one kind or another until we are spat out from the world into the unknown beyond that we term 'death'.
The state in which we end life - alone - is all the more pitiable in that the older we get, the less we belong. Our family drifts away and dies, our school and uni friends move away and are preoccupied with their jobs and families, our colleagues know us in our guise of work, but not in our guise of who we dare to be at our most raw. Ultimately, even those people closest to us will die; lovers and beloveds, parents, siblings, possibly even children if we live long enough.
The passing of time slowly saws through the hawsers that hold us tethered to the rest of humanity, until we drift on a wide, choppy sea, tossed about by rough waves, and with little or no connection to the land from which we came.
Maybe it's just because it's 2am, but I'm feeling morbid, cynical, and worldly-wise right now.
Goodnight.
The state in which we end life - alone - is all the more pitiable in that the older we get, the less we belong. Our family drifts away and dies, our school and uni friends move away and are preoccupied with their jobs and families, our colleagues know us in our guise of work, but not in our guise of who we dare to be at our most raw. Ultimately, even those people closest to us will die; lovers and beloveds, parents, siblings, possibly even children if we live long enough.
The passing of time slowly saws through the hawsers that hold us tethered to the rest of humanity, until we drift on a wide, choppy sea, tossed about by rough waves, and with little or no connection to the land from which we came.
Maybe it's just because it's 2am, but I'm feeling morbid, cynical, and worldly-wise right now.
Goodnight.
