Questioning my convictions. Lost in this circle of why do I believe what I believe? who am I and who do I wanna be? I'm questioning my convictions. Nowhere feels like home anymore, are our souls in a constant state of limbo settling only for a while to breath, to listen? I'm questioning my convictions. Are my thoughts really my own thoughts? are my conclusions really my conclusions? or am I trapped in a state of thinking adopted from this ideological state apparatus? Questioning my convictions Are mistakes ever really mistakes, if all we know how to do is assess that which is within us and act accordingly? But what is that which is within us? what is that which is holding us, driving us, in a sense controlling us? What are my convictions? Am I dreaming? if I'm dreaming, am I sleeping? If I'm sleeping, am I seeing? if I'm not seeing then I am just being, no not being but being controlled by someone else's convictions. Which begs the question what then are my own convictions? Do I have any convictions at all because you see the every act of questioning a conviction is a contradiction, you cannot question that which is seemingly unshakable, seemly unquestionable To question your own convictions is a contradiction. So, if I have no conviction, I must be driven by addiction, the man that is driven by addiction requires no existing convictions, he requires no existing convictions because his actions are not the product of his thinking but his addiction. So, what then is the source of our addictions, what then is the source of this enslavement we find ourselves under and where then are our convictions Where is our freedom? Where is our freedom? Oh, I need my freedom. The irony in a word that that suggests bondage but really means freedom. Freedom to be led by what I believe, what I believe and nothing else. To be guided by my conviction 's Freedom, There is freedom in our convictions, yet I still find myself questioning these convictions Questioning my convictions. So guys that was a poem I wrote a while back, during a time where i was really evaluating life, my actions, the place they come from and the things I believe.
I hope that as you read this you get a little insight int my mind and the very internal questions I was asking myself and that perhaps it stirs some questions within yourself. Life is about adaptation, never be afraid to question the person you are and the person you are becoming and to ruthlessly edit it. All my love Mayfair x
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