Few weeks ago I read Nick Cox’s ruminating piece about the journey one could go through to reach the much coveted and often illusive emotional stability. It is a state of mind that is generally referred as ‘inner piece’, ‘being mindful’ and, of course, the zen.
One goes down:
Go to bed every night drunk enough to pass out immediately, but then wake at 5am, feel it bearing down upon you once again, press your face into your pillow, and weep with fear. Slide into the dark period you knew was coming. Go for months feeling okay only when you’re asleep.
Feel as though you are lying on the ocean floor with seven miles of water pressing down on you. Let your mouth hang open because it seems like too much effort to raise your jaw. Feel nothing.
And then back up:
See a bird flapping its wings on a telephone wire and laugh for no reason. Wonder if this is what people mean when they talk about happiness
Realize one day in the shower that the unmoving thing you’ve arrived at and the cosmic image that once drove you mad are one and the same.
Realize that after years of false hopes, you have finally arrived at something real, something that no one can ever take away from you. Realize that this arrival, which is what people mean when they talk about “finding yourself,” is not an end but a beginning.
Today I was pleasantly surprised to find out that musician Mr. Max Lugavere had transported Nick’s article into a wonderful narration where he voices the entire text with deadly seriousness which is saved from coming off as condescending only by the comforting melody of his guitar.
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