20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

I sit back and reflect on the wide-world around me, this sometime hesitant, sometime eager juxtaposition of desires and fears, instinctive morals and deviant transgressions that I constantly find myself submerged in. One constant characteristic I have that has so greatly shaped the way I life my own version of Truth is this inevitable desire to break down our own perceived reality into smaller, purer Truths that are birthed from an amalgam of our own perceptions and misconceptions, victim to subtle, cultural and social influences masquerading as intoxicating, self-justifying Absolutes. I am fascinated with an insatiable desperation to deny the inconsequential struggles of humanity, ever-seeking some form of deeper truth with the mentality that once we are on the path to honesty, then exists the possibility of Understanding and some form of Glory. If there is anything in this world that captivates me, it is the ever-growing struggle to confidently classify this entire writhing mass of minuscule detailed Absolutes underneath a greater Theme that has the strength and honesty and flexibility to envelop the entire Truth of ourselves, past, present, and growing, all the while with a humble bow to the deep, magnificent mysteries that refuse to be understood by frail human ignorance. Once forged from so many distraught and lost links, this chaotic joust of mind and heart melds together into a simple, pure and honest understanding of our own selves. I want that understanding, I want to discover that lasting, deeply satisfying, humbling peace that comes with a wisdom and acceptance of our own unique strengths, weaknesses, and place in this world. In that acceptance we find an immortality of sorts, a glory, an everlasting freedom.