Thinking about what I am thinking right now
In the past — so last year, yesterday, this morning, ten minutes ago
and ten minutes from now, this evening, tomorrow, next year
Thinking about the thoughts I once had and the thoughts I might yet have
The very moment I recognize a phenomenon,
a life that can then understand the context of that situation
These aren't about perfectionism or grand, flowery words.
They simply get tangled up with one's laziness toward oneself right now.
Through "of course it would be so" or "there's nothing to be done" — answers built on inaccurate hypotheses born of cognitive dissonance or confirmation bias —
we may be passing, numb to the life or days made of every single moment.
To carve out meaning from an endlessly meaningless daily routine
may itself be a deeply private, meaningless kind of masturbation, but
meaninglessness and numbness seem to be problems of a slightly different grain.
Regardless of each person's reason for living,
and leaving aside its meaning or justification,
I want to face the everyday while feeling that I am alive right now.
(I'm not sure if my thoughts are drifting a little,
but) human behavior done for the sake of a cause ends up dividing people and forming organizations. And then, to sustain that organization, the work of rationalizing its irrationality begins.
A life that begins from meaning and a meaning that begins from life —
at first they may start from a negligible difference, but later they may become a canyon too wide to cross.
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Slow Days·셋, 넷- !
What Lets Us Feel Alive and Sense the Now
This English version was translated by Claude.
