Why existential crises may be a good thing

With the state of the world, it’s common for people to feel more out of place. Existential crises seeks answers to unanswered questions. It seeks to find the truth. Though sometimes it leads to depression and a pale outlook on life. When done the right way, it can result in an happier human. Ok, you may then ask

How to do existential crises the right way?

  • Asking the questions that can be answered : Choosing to ask the right questions that can be answered here on earth is a great step. Beware of glamorized questions with no possible answers. Ask questions like : Can life have a purpose? Rather than, Why did God choose me to be born in this position.
  • Avoiding generalizations: Try not to generalize the world just because of your current circumstances. Don’t make declarations to suit your current situation.
  • Look at the positives: Life may seem full of evil, but at the same time there is still good. Don’t try to dwell on evil in your existential pondering. Find the positive things going on, no matter how little they may be.
  • Refrain from carrying out unhelpful research : This is similar to looking for the positives. Don’t carry out fear based research to prove doom.
  • Be open minded and humble: Keep yourself mind open and have humility in acceptance. Even if things seem tough, remember just like everyone else you have a purpose, for good.
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What is Life? 

Life is a tale of no tales. A weird jumble of fun inconsistent meaning. When I think about what it means for one to live, I feel like bursting into laughter. Sometimes though the feeling is closer to tears. Life cannot be explained. Some might call it vanity, some call it our temporary home, some might say it is a tale told by an idiot… But life is so complexically – simple that it has no definition. But life is meant to be lived well and for discovery of meaning and purpose. Only when will discover this, will we reach the next stage of understanding ourselves. 
– Yenzy oh

The wait

Wrong again

Made the wrong choice and several more after

Trapped in a bird’s cage

With wings unable to fly

Just left to fluttering agony

Drapped up in a dark cloak

Cover your face

The true emotions that tell

Put on a mask to please the crowd

Smile, wave, shout, smile

Courtesy

As you wait you die

Even after death had ate you up already

Small

Small

Little,insignificant

We were made to feel this way

Powerless

If our nature be our fault

For when we always go wrong

Controlled

No reputation

Minute object without jurisdiction

If things truly change

Could it come quicker

Will the tides ever shift?

Our names faded

The images paint blood in my soul

My insignificance remains

Maybe a bit dramatized

But the concept is true

Unrestrained may be my thoughts

To flow from whatever source

When the mind decided to shut up no more

With a unique style

Different

Un proud yet unashamed

Insignificantly great

Small remains only in the mind that lies to itself

Asante sana,my beloved

When I was blind

I miss when i was blind

The time everything just slided by

could not notice the pain and suffering 

Moments of shame

Occurring all around me

I was just happy,lost in my own world

Of cake and fantasy

Back then everything was ok

Even the subtle jabs of insult

Then it was all good 

There was no need for fear

Because I could not see

The monstrosity before me

Glaring me in the eye 

Sometimes we search too much

We as humans are always on a never ending adventure to figure out what our purpose in life is,to know the truth of our existence.We ponder and question various sources and the most philosophical of us wait for a signal,an acurate meaning that will resonate with us.Finding out that such does not truely exist,some might become broken individuals,after chasing a question with no exact answer.Finding nothing to be worthwhile since nothing answers those deepest questions buried in the minds.

But why did we go on this journey in the first place.Towards what end?What epiphany did we expect to get.Usually what is seen as the end result is not as euphoric as imagined.The verywhyof our being and existence was lost in a maze of unanswerable questions.We had forgotten to look within ourselves for the inner vault of wisdom we seek.The wisdoms that no book can teach,though grows with the usefulness of information we acquire.The feeling of completeness and satisfaction no search can give is inside of us.We had thought that “the search” is what would complete all we are or everything we wanted to be,neglecting the growth of our inner self-the true essence of our being.

Sometimes we search too much.We build castles in the sky and let unicorns roam the milky way.We digest the knowledge of a thousand sages and forget our own truth.Quoting the words of a thousand philosophers yet with no philosophy of our own.Living our life according to the laws of a man,who existed in a different state of mind,in a different time and a different purpose.Our dreams,another person’s.We begin to live other people’s lives,or try to carve our destiny without knowing exactly what we want deep down.

Once you stop looking for what you want,you will find what you need-anon.

Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything.Maybe it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you,so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.

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