Between the line...(12/8)

It is not consciously easy to accept some unexpected bad happenings in life. Life tends to be cycles of impulsive alerts from the stablising security zone. This is natural human behaviour and the present is always a self-protective mode of comfort zone searching and landing. Obviously, the consciousness avoids stepping into the unconscious state of uncertainty and sensitivity. Modern life inertia. Come and go, and memory becomes a rare rationalisation after self-fulfilled satisfaction. Somehow we need to learn to be our followers. The cycle keeps on repeating, and at one point, we are scared of the abrupt awareness of the imperfection, and we calm down, we try to accept the fact and manipulate the possible future memory of the past. Visualisation, conversion and simplification. We get off the trough and return to the path of cycle. It rolls. We acknowledge credits of experience, an extension of security status in parallel with the flowing time. We think we are special, and this reinforces our world of creation. At a point, the cycle breaks and we think of any unknown mystery and misfortune as a form of externality that alters the wave of cycle. We internalise the shock and transform the disappointment as yet another simplified memory stain. We move on…