Siting in a room of deafening silence, feeling the clock tick over, in an atmosphere that is stagnating, we ponder the realities that envelope us. While we are guilty of letting personal fault deepen, we find ourselves persistently analysing faults and cracks in the society that surrounds us. where ignorance and intolerance prevail causing a collapse of social norms and selflessness.

We dream of a life more than what is, we expect more from others than we know they can give, to have held onto ideals that at times, seem irrelevant in the mechanisms our society is building for itself. To pursue the idea of a present day nirvana, striving for a more deeper understanding than what we possess. Where elation is found in the pages of books, the warmth of her body, an endless imagination and a life of exploration and discovery; can we allow society to poison the foundation of these dreams?

If one was to sit in this silence, and weigh up the life we want and the ideals to live it by, against the normality of society, one statement holds true; we are all mad.

I lie awake knowing it is to early. The smell of a newly created day drifts in through the ajar window. The curtains are open and I watch the rain, listening to it beat softly on the roof. The scent of the rain and the sound each drop creates holds an energy of life newly formed. I’m stretched out in my bed yet it feels empty, something is missing. A longing is felt within my heart, a desire to complete this moment. I close my eyes and let my mind wander, remembering the way your skin feels against mine, the way our hands interlock, how your hair falls over your eyes while you sleep. To be able to whisper ‘I love you’ in your ear while you dream, to feel you hold me as I hold you. I being to drift as thoughts of you keep me warm, waiting for days where it is more than mere thoughts that keep each other warm at night. As I start to dream, my last conscious thought is of your beautiful smile, we kiss; your lips on mine, and I lose myself.

A darkness fills the room, and emptiness is created like no other. I sit still, drink in hand. Silence surrounds and flows through the air, it becomes so thick words fail to pass through it. The world sits still, for a time a tranquility is created in the depths of absolute emptiness. I find solitude in this darkness, it understands me as I understand it. For a moment in this detachment I can see everything, all that has passed, all that is now, everything that could be. It is in this moment that I distinguish between fact and fiction, forming realizations over the ideals of life. As time ticks over the true emotions are actualized. Everything falls into place, yet the silence remains. We are lost in this moment, falling through thought with no end in sight. Yet we know once the silence rolls out, when the light returns, when the moment fades away, something must change.

There comes a point where we rethink our lives, our dreams, our desires and the path of our fate. We accomplish the ideals we set out for ourselves so long ago, and now with a mind so open, we are free to explore again. After living in a world so closed, so out of shape, we forget the fundamentals and feeling of authentic halcyon. To be able to open our senses and our mind, to feel freedom and a relaxation long lost is to be ourselves.

I woke up, the sun glowing obliquely through the half opened window, while the room basked in an orange shade of light that brings warmth, outside the sky is a deep blue without obstruction in its path. The light breeze flowing into the room smells of a fresh day, clean and full of life. I lay there, alight smile that nothing could break, a clear mind that no doubt could penetrate, an open mind wanting to explore more. The sound of activity slowly rolls in from outside. The sheets stir, your auburn hair reveals your blue eyes that hold a depth of purity so true. Your smile fulfills a warmth and beauty that has become rare in this existence. You lean across, your soft skin against mine, your hand on my chest. We kiss; your lips on mine, and I lose myself.

I sit awake in this dark of night, no thought, no sound, just self. Consumed and just listening. Never have I been able to recognize it so aptly until now, this desolate feeling. Days go on and we watch the world argue with itself, the agony it causes, and it consumes me. There is a place at the edge of this earth where beauty and life are born. That is the place I want to be, with you by my side.

In the mix of a darkness that had entwined our lives, the struggles we fought, the ideas and beliefs we held, there is always a singular event that catches our soul by surprise.
We create rules, images and falsehoods to protect ourselves, measures of survival, we are running from a fleeting idea; an idea that turns out to generated by fear.
The day we take risks against our survival instincts, ignoring fear and pursuing happiness is the day we surprise ourselves, become ourselves, and save ourselves from decadence.
It is at this brink that not only do we prevail, but we understand how true every emotion, thought and belief is.

Opinion and beliefs are all a product of perception, shaped and moulded on individual agendas, desires and ideals. This perceived insight acts as a proxy between the real world and the domain we choose to exist in. This multiplicity in comprehension causes friction and conflict between identities. Where an external party’s endeavor to influence the perception of others generates doubt and fear in one’s own ability to recognize the dimensions of existence around us. This leads to one simple question: Why am I questioning myself? When no one is more apt in understanding our own existence than ourselves. While if the supreme perception fails to coincide, than it is safe to assume one is suffering delusions of grandeur. Until that moment comes we can do nothing more than trust our intuition, and trust that our instincts and existence have not led us astray. While we travel through this life, if we ever let others alter our perceptions by inducing fear and doubt we are giving away part of ourselves that once lost, can never be truly balanced. For as long as there is an actuality there will always be an anomaly and difference between the opinions and beliefs that separate the self and the aggregation. It is in this difference that we must trust.

Every action affects our neural topography, We literally become what we do, not what we’ve done, or what we will do. We’re best defined by our actions in the moment.Bennett Halverson (Summer Glau) – Dollhouse

There are few things that scare us within this world. We acknowledge these triggers and why they instigate the need and reaction to fade away. We design methods for handling and manipulating these emotions and reactions, to minimise the effect and to control ourselves in times of chaos. However it is only at times when we least expect to find it, that fear creeps upon us. The excessive fear is drawn out of our feelings for those we care about in our lives; those that hold meaning. Our usual processes fail in every way, we almost begin to drown in it, struggling to find resolve. Hunter S. Thompson once said you should never turn your back on fear, it should always be in front of you, like something that might have to be killed. While the point is clear and regardless of the intoxicating fear, we must contain it and force it into awareness. Fear is an uncertainty in the unknown, it is a basic survival trait in all living souls and because of this, fear can be disregarded. The day we let fear channel our decisions we become lost to ourselves. In times of absolute fear, we must find a strength beyond conscious thought, otherwise we are nothing more than slaves to the uncertain. Fleeing from existence itself…