All in all
The truth is I am unhappy
and I cannot express myself.
I want to do what makes me happy.
But what makes me happy is considered wrong.
Be right and unhappy?
or
wrong and happy.
or
would I find happiness in what is right,
or find that I am still unhappy with the pleasures I crave
In all my days, I have always responded to stimuli.
Today I want to be different.
First, I do not want to respond to stimuli.
I want to rest.
- Akorede
My Memories as stories
My progress ...
Twinkle twinkle, dear one.
I see you.
It's only the distance that makes you twinkle.
Burning bright from lightyears away.
I see you.
Twinkle, twinkle, dear one.
Love is love
is something that can be written and not understood.
is love a duty
or a feeling?
Are there two sides?
the Adorer and the Adored?
What is to be said is simple, but my brain holds my tongue that my mouth may not speak. So I write.
A certain fact about myself should be that I write as I see fit. Known truth as I know it, is that what I know as true can be manipulated for the pleasing of either the listener or the speaker || the reader or the writer, perhaps both. Which means, whatever meaning the truth holds may not be what it means.
The line between truth and falsehood can be so thin that it often becomes blurred. In the process of communication, the essence of truth can be altered, shaped, and reshaped to fit the context, the audience, or the intentions of the communicator. This malleability of truth is both fascinating and disconcerting.
In my writing, I strive to convey the truth as I perceive it, yet I am aware that my perception is inherently subjective. What I understand as true is filtered through my experiences, beliefs, and biases. Consequently, the truth I present is, in a way, a reflection of myself as much as it is a depiction of reality.
This realization brings forth a critical question: can we ever truly know the absolute truth? Or are we forever bound to interpret the world through our individual lenses, each version of truth slightly different from the next?
The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "There are no facts, only interpretations." This perspective underscores the fluid nature of truth, suggesting that what we consider to be true is always subject to reinterpretation and recontextualization.
In writing, as in life, the pursuit of truth is a complex, often paradoxical journey. We seek to uncover and express what is real, yet we must navigate the inherent subjectivity of our perceptions. The challenge lies not in abandoning the quest for truth but in embracing the multiplicity of truths that coexist within our shared human experience.
The difference between truth and falsehood becomes minute when we recognize that both are shaped by the same forces of perception and interpretation. What is essential, perhaps, is not to find an absolute truth but to remain open to the diverse and evolving nature of our understanding.
As I continue to write, I do so with the awareness that my words are but one version of the truth, an invitation for others to reflect, question, and seek their own understanding.
I have heard of those who can silence the voices and conversations within their minds. They must either live in perfect bliss or be blessed with a mind free of complexity.
A dull mind.
What happens within a dull mind?
How exactly do the blind dream?
These questions have haunted me for years, driving me to explore the depths of my thoughts and beliefs. Once, I tried to prove that Zero is Infinity. A friend told me my hypothesis was illogical, asking, “If I have infinity dollars and you have zero dollars, would you still think the same way?” I responded with a verse from the Bible I remembered from Sunday School, “For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?”
I genuinely believe that Zero, or “no-thing,” can be described as Infinity. If there is such a thing as no-thing, the maximum of no-thing is nothing.
“The infinite value of that thing, no-thing, is nothing.”
“∞ = 0.”
This concept might sound absurd to many, but it holds a profound truth. In a world obsessed with material gain and quantifiable achievements, we often overlook the significance of nothingness. We fail to see the potential that lies in the void, in the absence of everything.
In mathematics, Zero is often seen as the starting point, the origin. Infinity, on the other hand, is boundless, endless. Yet, in their extremities, they converge. The universe, in its vastness, mirrors this paradox. The more we seek to understand it, the more we realize how much we don’t know.
From a mind that knows no rest,
from a busy conscience,
I appear before you without covering,
baring my ideas as they manifest.
My thoughts are a relentless stream, a cascade of concepts and reflections that refuse to be silenced. Each moment of quiet brings forth a new wave of inspiration, urging me to capture it before it slips away. This ceaseless mental activity, this unending dialogue with myself, is both a blessing and a curse. It fuels my creativity, but it also demands my constant attention, leaving little room for respite.
In these moments of vulnerability, I strip away the layers of pretense and present my raw, unfiltered thoughts. There is a certain beauty in this honesty, in allowing oneself to be seen as they truly are. The ideas that emerge from this state are often the most profound, the most genuine, for they come from the depths of my being, untainted by the need for approval or validation.
As I navigate through the maze of my mind, I find solace in the act of creation. Whether it’s penning down my reflections or crafting a new piece of art, this process becomes my sanctuary. It is here that I can explore the myriad possibilities that my restless mind conjures, giving form to the abstract and the intangible.
In sharing these creations, I invite you into my world, a place where thoughts are free to roam and ideas are born from the chaos. It is an intimate glimpse into the workings of a mind that never sleeps, a testament to the power of introspection and the endless quest for meaning.
Through this journey, I have come to embrace the restless nature of my mind, recognizing it as an integral part of who I am. It is this restlessness that drives me to seek out new experiences, to question the status quo, and to constantly strive for growth. And in this perpetual motion, I find my peace.
