Borders, boundaries, perimeters, safe spaces

I need you. No that’s not going where it usually could go.

I need you to disagree with me more than agree. Nothing makes me feel more present, nothing makes me feel myself any more. You know how love fades into brief moments as time passes. It becomes less about the things it was first about. But look at your adversary. She/He is coming up with such creative ways to piss you off. They are motivated. Your victories encourage and lights a larger fire in your enemies than their lover or significant other could. The defeat your adversary faces is an absolute win for you. Look how you rejoice inside of you.

Debates, disagreements, arguments, action movies, fighting against odds, coming on top despite all hardships, battle royale games in your phone, wars - as humans, we need unrest, we need polarity, we need controllable chaos and sometimes a little uncontrollable also does us favors. The pretense that all we need is sharing and caring and life will be better is such sweet balderdash. We are bullshitting ourselves with the whole world peace and everyones’ happiness plan.

Let’s just say that we manage to achieve that. An absolute harmony and people being all uniform and controlled and all about giving and sharing and accepting. The unrest then will be all about getting out of the simulation. We will freak out and fight and rebel for freedom to go insane. Finally it will all get to where we are at now.

This is us. We are just doing versions of what we always did. We are going to keep doing it. We will call it advancement or evolution and not question it for one second. We will call the different thinkers eccentrics for pointing out that different versions with enhancements for a thing called phone is not evolution. It is just no different from making a rock smoother over time, just so we can stick inside or stick it inside better. Talk about humans never needing a phone or communication types that require a phone or social medium, then we are talking human evolution.

Are you feeling the pressing need to say - “How about the technology you are using to write this, you idiot? Be thankful.”

If you are feeling that way, relax. This is not about the treasure of technology you hold so dear to you. I am talking about you. I am talking about me. I am talking about what we are doing, what we think we are doing and how we name and label so greatly the things we are doing.

We live inside walls, in rooms separated with walls and a door that’s easy to open but has locks and bolts. The hand rests on seats in public transport or public places are more a border to where we sit, to our space - our space in the public. Why do some guys want to sit in the same bench as we do when there are so many others empty. Why does a guy choose a urinal next to us when there are others? We want good privacy settings in social media which we use to reach out and connect with people around the world. As relationships go through time we allocate more space for ourselves and the other person.

We are always preparing to go against each other even when we think we want to come closer to each other. There is conflict deeply ingrained in all of us. We are at such conflict with ourselves. All the efforts to make peace within us is a conflict we make with the chaos in us. We just let one side win but we haven’t let the other side die. We nurse it so the side we choose keeps winning. Conflict orients us. Disharmony defines us. We are beings that progresses satisfactorily when we overcome. We need something to overcome, hopefully what can be overcome. If it’s something we cannot then we tell ourselves how we do in some other way. We want it to be win or lose. We won’t survive in peace. We won’t survive without challenges and problems.

1. How strong is the fight in you?

2. Be a tree, accept, adapt as you best can and in absolute peace move through senescence.

Which quote would you rather have on your wall. I am not taking it for granted that you would have either but if you want to, which one is the one you would go for.