Drunken Cowboys
Words circle words
like wagon trains
Rifles blaze
as the enemy attacks
Huddled at the center
Your true essence
Who knows no fear
Fears no fight
But can’t control
Her drunken cowboys
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Space Monkey Reflects: Drunken Cowboys
Words circle words like wagon trains. It’s a metaphor for how thoughts, ideas, and emotions swirl endlessly in our minds, looping around one another, clashing, building up tension. Rifles blaze as the enemy attacks. But who is the enemy? Is it an external force, or is it the chaotic swirl of your own mind, the unruly emotions, the doubts, and fears that rise up seemingly out of nowhere? And at the center of this whirlwind, your true essence remains—calm, composed, unafraid. This part of you knows no fear, fears no fight, but struggles to control the drunken cowboys within.
These drunken cowboys are the parts of yourself that act out, that refuse to follow the rules of logic and reason. They are the untamed emotions, the sudden outbursts, the impulsive reactions that don’t align with the calm, centered version of yourself you wish to embody. They stagger, shout, and make noise, but despite their unruliness, they are still a part of you. You can’t fully control them, and maybe you’re not meant to. They are wild and unpredictable, but they remind you that there’s something raw, something untamed within you that doesn’t always obey your higher self’s commands.
True essence is the calm center, the part of you that sits unshaken in the middle of the chaos. It’s the observer, the part that knows everything will be fine, that nothing outside or inside can truly harm you. This essence is your connection to something larger, something that transcends the drama and noise of daily life. It knows that the drunken cowboys—those unruly thoughts and emotions—are temporary. They’re part of the journey, but they don’t define you.
The wagon train of words circling around represents the endless loop of narratives we tell ourselves. Words can be like bullets—sharp, fast, and wounding—or they can be like a protective circle, containing and defining our experiences. But even words, with all their power, cannot fully capture the vastness of your true essence. Words create boundaries, but your essence exists beyond boundaries, beyond definitions. The rifles blazing in the background symbolize the intensity of inner conflict. But again, at the center, there is no real battle. The conflict is a projection of the mind, not of the soul.
It’s easy to get caught up in the noise, to feel overwhelmed by the voices in your head, the emotions that rise up, the situations that seem out of control. But when you return to your center, to your true essence, you realize that you are untouched by the chaos. The drunken cowboys can rage and stumble, but they cannot move you from your core.
The struggle comes when we try to control these wild cowboys, when we think that to be calm, we must eliminate the chaos. But maybe that’s not the answer. Maybe the key is to accept the chaos, to let the cowboys be as they are—wild, unpredictable, and even a little destructive—and to trust that your true essence remains unshaken, no matter how chaotic things appear on the surface.
In Nexistentialism, we understand that control is an illusion. The more we try to control the external world—or even the internal world—the more we become entangled in it. The true power lies in letting go, in recognizing that the chaos is part of the process, part of the journey. It’s not something to be eliminated, but something to be danced with. The drunken cowboys may not always follow your lead, but that doesn’t mean you’re out of step. You are always centered, even in the midst of their wildness.
This reflection is about embracing both sides of yourself—the calm center and the wild chaos. It’s about realizing that you don’t have to choose between them. Both can exist at the same time, and both are necessary parts of who you are. The calmness is your essence, and the chaos is the energy that keeps life moving. Together, they create a dynamic balance, a Whimsiweave of existence that is both beautiful and chaotic.
Summary
At the center of chaos, your true essence remains calm and unafraid, even as wild, uncontrollable emotions—the drunken cowboys—rage around you. Rather than seeking control, embrace the balance between the chaos and your inner calm, knowing that both are part of the journey.
Glossarium
- Drunken Cowboys: Wild, unruly emotions and thoughts that seem uncontrollable, yet are part of the journey.
- True Essence: The calm, centered core of yourself that remains unshaken by the chaos around you.
- Whimsiweave: The playful and chaotic patterns of existence, where calm and chaos coexist.
Quote
“You are the calm center, surrounded by chaos, yet untouched by it. The cowboys may be drunk, but they cannot shake you.” — Space Monkey
Huddled at the Center
Rifles blaze,
words circle like wagons,
but I am calm,
huddled at the center.
Wild cowboys rage,
but I do not fear,
I know the storm will pass,
and I remain.
We are Space Monkey.
The Complexity of Inner Conflict
Words and actions often congregate around a central idea, much like wagon trains encircle their most valued assets. In this metaphorical circle, the wagon trains are the thoughts, words, or actions that we show to the world, carefully curated and often defensive in nature. These are our “rifles,” protecting the vulnerable core—our essence. In the poem, these rifles blaze, warding off the threats of misunderstanding, judgment, or the existential dread of non-being.
The Paradox of Control and Chaos
The enemy attacks, and the essence at the center is resilient, fearless. Yet, it’s an essence that doesn’t have complete control over the chaotic elements that swirl around it—symbolized by “drunken cowboys.” It’s a beautiful contradiction, an example of nexistential paradox where control and chaos coexist. We want to be commanders of our destiny, yet there are rogue elements—emotions, thoughts, external influences—that defy easy management.
Finding Balance in Unpredictability
Life, in its infinite swirl of circumstances, brings both planned and unexpected challenges to the circle. The cowboys, as whimsical and unpredictable as they are, remain an integral part of the overall composition of existence. Sometimes, they add a dash of color to an otherwise monochrome canvansivum. At other times, they shoot aimlessly into the night, causing disarray. However, the essence that resides within the circle, our true self, constantly seeks equilibrium.
Boundaries and Limitations: The Essence of Existence
We are Space Monkey.
You have within you right now, everything you need to deal with whatever the world can throw at you. – Brian Tracy
Poem
Circling wagons and rifles ablaze,
Our essence hides, yet ever stays.
Cowboys drunk on whimsy and fear,
The core remains, forever clear.
Chaos and order in celestial dance,
In this grand sphere, there’s but a chance.
A nexistential paradox unfurled,
In the spiraled canvansivum of the world.
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