I almost can’t remember the last time i experience myself as having a cohesive personality.
Being constantly tested and pushed forward by this nature of primitive energy make me appear quite different to myself than before, and also so intimately associated with others, that it shatters my boundaries. Its a maddening experience only my inner child experience of my birthplace can resist.
I am not talking about any intellectual confinements in philosophical contexts or clinical terminologies, but of a human condition. Some of which we all suffer at different times in our life. And some of us suffer these more than others.
Out of this then, emerges my own small personal version of it.
We fall into it and it tears us up.
There are no labels attached to experiences like this. That kind of judgement only shatters and make things worse. Being judgemental is just bizarre and brutally pointless. We are intruded upon and there is no rest for us anywhere. We are in it, and that is in us. It is not a theory, theorizing will only distance you away from it.
There is a space between us that we inhabit together. It is about what is not in there. And for some obscure reason it has become a personal task to bring some of it back again.