The Abyss

When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you.
Friedrich Nietzsche

When I was way young, a few years back I've always been one to look at life like an endless pithole. Sometimes I wish I could decipher the codes and the message.

But life has a way of making you see it that way. Like it's a problem you've got to figure out and solve.

No damage is done when you figure it out. However, it comes with consequences when you try to solve the equation.

It's like the abyss. You stare at it and it stares back. Reflecting on your perceived self and problems. Plus issues that will never be solved like the one with family, love, relationships, business, politics, payroll, sex, wealth, poverty, drugs, spirituality, elitism, ethics, and on and on.

It's endless. Like a bottomless pit.

I have been doing some pondering lately about everything and anything. I do this without taking sides. I just look at the argument on one side of the board and also on the other side of the discussion.

At first, I thought it would be an easy task. It wasn't. The reason is that my mind makes decisions directly from the background of the first angle of argument rather than reaching for real reference. This is of course mentally strenuous for the brain as it has to go the extra mile to see the whole map.

Nothing puts the brain to sleep faster than this, it's like picking a book to read after years of not reading a book.

What I realized after a while of pacing patiently through both sides of the best arguments(which would be detailed in another post)is that most of it is a dive into the same ocean. Only that we had different pathways to get there.

experience, knowledge, observation, experiment, exploitation, examination

Each route has its troubling tide.

And for this, we create the divide that we don't approve of another argument/pathway that is not constructed/sailing like ours. It's like with most math formulas where there are two formulas - the shortcut and the long haul.

Many chose the shortcut. It saves them time. However, this notion stems from the fact that many of us think we are short on time.

A few years back I saw time running out. Or was the one running it out?

It's a good thing to reflect on

But it's relatively retarding to reflect without distress. Sometimes it comes like a shock. *And you shook your head, hoping to wake up when you know you never slept.

Another reflection rambling that came to me was about how I choose to think that time is running out.

But is it? Or it's the abyss staring back.

I guess it runs cause we are the ones running and it's all a reflection. Even though we’ve never moved a step. And we are only scratching the surface of what is yet to be revealed.

It's endless.

Just some late-night rambling.

Off to bed