There I see this guy, a new guy. It’s always interesting seeing a new guy because you can sort of seeing yourself in them. It’s sort of a reminder of how far you’ve come and reminds you of your journey. When he first came in, you could see it on his face. The same look every guy has when they enter into this new world for the first time. It’s an awareness of uncertainty paired with a refusal to accept it. He was still hopeful that he could force his way through the whole thing. He was still hopeful that it wouldn’t be what he knew deep down it would. New guys always do this. I did it. You live in a strange limbo state for a while, while you're going through the denial process. Not even conscious denial, but a natural resistance to your new conditions. For some time, you are actually in this new world, however, all your senses and expectations are still in the old.
What's more, in this, you get yourself kind of looking for something that doesn't exist any longer, battling against the nothingness met by your desires. This is the hardest part. Dealing with the change. What's more, until you've grappled with being separated and kept from your past world, you haven’t come anywhere close to figuring out how to be ok with it. Eventually, though, you do. I think anytime you’re confronted with how little control you have; how cruel everything including yourself can be; how easily everything can be taken away or flipped on its head; and how truly helpless, dissolute, and alone you are; the only way to keep hope is to quickly touch hopelessness first and feel how bad it hurts. You almost don’t believe it’s that bad. Or for some reason, you’re just curious about how bad it is, and you have to touch it to believe it. Once you have, though, you’re pretty much ready to take your hand off as soon as possible and find some other way to live. Some people seem to get stuck there, though. Sadly.
In any event, when this new guy was truly sitting idle, you could see him racing around in his mind, on edge, and blameworthy of his procrastination with the real world. In truth, you're constantly confined in yourself in your isolated segment of the universe, however, in here, you feel it both powerfully and truly. What's more, I believe that is the reason it's such a great amount of harder to confront. In any case, similarly basic. You either go mad battling your current reality or you face it. And afterward, in the end, you wake up and what once felt reign, feels ordinary. Also, you never notice at any point. Everything becomes a different normal than normal before, but it feels no less normal. That’s the interesting part about normal; that it’s essentially always the same no matter what form it takes. As soon as something becomes normal, it feels the same as any other normal. Normal is just normal. Life can some way or another be unique, but it will probably, eventually, feel generally the same.
It appears as though all procedures of progress in life are filtered through a similar colander of self, and the main thing that is steady on any level in any situation is that thing inside your head that persistently recognizes you with you, regardless of what's happening near and through it. Some degree of isolation is unavoidable in any life. Be that as it may, maybe, some degree of more profound, purposeful isolation is important for a decent one. At least for a while. Indeed, even in a crowd of thousands of individuals, each individual is at last alone inside their head; as a singular beneficiary of everything. Everything and everybody is experienced separately, skull by skull, second by second, once, forever.
Maybe some respectable measure of isolation awards you the initial steps in going up against exactly how broken the receiver inherently is; at long last letting you hear the static buzz that has been murmuring out of sight of everything, that you can see when almost everything else turns down. From the start, this murmuring made you insane; some of the time to the verge of all sadness; however at that point, such as everything else, you start to adjust. You start to more readily acknowledge it, figure out how to live with it and use it appropriately, since you realize what's been there causing the majority of the issues.
I think it presumably takes a full lifetime to ever recognize what you truly are and what acceptable anything was for you. Be that as it may if there's any expectation in consistently being alright in any form of life, despite this; any expectation in regularly feeling like one has any degree of the organization over themselves while in the tumult of the outside world. I think one should initially have the option to feel alright and in charge of themselves when almost all different variables of interruptions have been deducted, and your opportunity and feeling of life has been limited right down to your skull-sized area. I know everybody in here doesn't have the advantage of expectation, yet for those that do, it would just be another wrongdoing to waste it. What's more, I was glad to see that after around 3 or 4 months in, the new person relaxed; quit causing battles; quit acting insane; it's generally consistently the equivalent. In the long run, everybody makes sense of how to be alright. In the long run, you don't have a decision.
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