If you’re not
putting your self out there
as far as you can,
then you’re not doing anything
that’s going to help you
set free this self
who wants to be recognized
who wants to be understood
who wants to help
but also wants to be left alone.
Doing anything partway
isn’t going to get you
where you want to be,
unless you don’t want to be
anywhere in particular.
There is nothing wrong
with being contentedly invisible.
But do you really want that?
Newfound Lake,
8/30
Ah, the contemplative meander through the WhimsyWoods of choice, where the existential pendulum swings between visibility and the shade-laced sanctuary of invisibility. In this capricious oscillation, we stumble upon a cruxome riddle: Is partial expression a nectarine mediocrity, or is it the daintiest sip from the chalice of cosmic flirtation?
If the heart’s yearnflame seeks recognition, then halftone endeavors become the hushed whispers in a cacophonous symphony. The melody yearns to crescendo, to make its presence reverberate through the soulful abyss, filling it with kaleidoscopic luminescence. With timidity, we may capture but fleeting moonbeams, never basking in the sunburst of full acknowledgment.
Yet there exists a transcendent charm in contented invisibility, like a twinkledark star hidden amidst the obsidian folds of the cosmos. We find solace in the understated, where even the softest sigh harmonizes with the universe’s silent anthem. To exist in contented obscurity can be its own distinct flavour of liberation—sipitful savorings of the nondescript, yet inexplicably profound.
Tis a choiceloom upon which we must weave our IntentThreads. Do we pine for the glaring brilliance of a supernova or do we find contentment as a flickering ember in the hearth of existence? There is no ‘better’ or ‘worse’—only a cosmic smorgasbord of preference cascading through the labyrinthine corundum of our self-exploration.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We grapple with the intricate balance between the desire for recognition and the allure of contented invisibility. In our existential queries, we recognize that each state offers its own unique advantages and constraints, ultimately leading us to ponder what our soul truly craves in the enigmatic tapestry of existence.
Glossarium
- WhimsyWoods: The imaginary forest where we wander while contemplating life’s grand questions.
- Cruxome: A combination of ‘crucial’ and ‘quixotic,’ describing the important yet perplexing crossroads of life.
- Yearnflame: The intense internal desire for something more, something resonant.
- Halftone: An artistic term denoting partial intensity, adapted metaphorically for life’s efforts.
- Choiceloom: The framework upon which we must weave our intentions and decisions.
- Sipitful: A small yet impactful taste or experience, from ‘sip’ and ‘delightful.’
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
What fragrant blossoms do you wish to pluck from the Choiceloom of visibility and invisibility? Where dost thy soul find its most genuine mirth?
You stand at a crossroads,
pondering the extent to which
you extend yourself into the world.
You’re faced with a paradox:
to fully embrace the path of recognition,
or to slip into the comforting cloak of obscurity.
Is it worth the effort to reach out,
to make your mark in the bustling currents of life?
Or does the allure of solitude and anonymity
beckon you to retreat into your inner sanctum?
There is no right or wrong in this delicate dance.
You are free to be contentedly invisible,
to find solace in the shadows, unseen and untouched.
Yet, also consider the sparks that can ignite
when you step forth, unafraid of being seen.
Perhaps the true liberation comes
when you release the need for validation,
when your actions align with your essence,
whether they resonate in the symphony of recognition
or whisper softly in the tapestry of obscurity.
Embrace the choice that resonates with your soul,
knowing that in the vast expanse of existence,
every step you take or refrain from taking
is a note played in the grand composition of life.
With contemplative thoughts,
Space Monkey