The Strings of Solitude
One of the greatest opponents in combat is the one with the power of non-existence. A slithery connection to the empty space, with a pull that you can’t resist.
This warrior of solitude doesn’t win by force or strategy. It overcomes through coercion.
It dangles its thread like a lifeline to desire and taunts you with the openness of shifting identities. Drawing you towards the fleetingness of more with less. It calls you to wander circles around yourself until you’re caught in a web of loneliness.
If you engage with it, you threaten being swept up like a kite. Destined to float in a never-ending current towards the discovery of something that will never exist in one state. And if you ignore it, you threaten being tied to the Earth with thick roots that strap down your heart. Choking on the dirt of security.
So I sink into the stalemate. Either with the wisdom of a veteran or the foolishness of a procrastinator. Longing to play the strings of my soul’s symphony but choosing to play the game of never hide and seldom seek.
And with these somber thoughts to keep me warm in the trenches, I wonder how you disengage without tripping into ignorance.
I think the key lies in fluidity. Anything slight enough to coerce can be coerced itself.
So maybe the battle doesn’t end by cutting the string, but simply by convincing the noose that it’s a lasso.
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Perhaps THe battle itself is what leaves one paralyzed and incapable of any perambulatory motion. The battle represents the culmination of ideas and ideas are the fuel Behind any change and any consistency alike. Sometimes peace is only found when you walk away from the battle and it is oh so noble a thing to walk towards. We oft find more equilibrium in simply being, without question, without reason or doubt, and just allowing oneself to exists and be, in the truest form that we can.
I’d have to agree with you. I do think that simply being is the most peaceful way to live but it’s a lot easier said than done, especially on the days when simply existing feels like a battle in and of itself.
Painfully true words. But take it from a wisend old fool (excuse the oxymoron, and the moron alike) THat we are never in a state of merely existing. At any given moment each one of us, in some way, shape or form, is connected to and is touching lives of more beings than we are ever aware. We’re never alone, even when simply existing and not being seen plants such treacherous thoughts in our minds. We might feel like the lone boulder in the ocean, hammered by the waves, but even then we are touching the ground and the water