Life works better in retrospect, because you can take all the pieces and make a story out of them.
It takes far more imagination for your life to work in the present moment, because new scenes keeps popping into your consciousness that don’t seem to fit the narrative.
If yours is a sad story, you will intentionally forget all the nice things that happen to you today. Perhaps you will look away from them as they unfold, distracted by your own misery.
You will have a depressing day today, even though nothing depressing is happening, save for that hopeless playlist you’ve been compiling since childhood. The one titled “Me Against The World.” It’s on repeat.
Not that there is anything
wrong with that.
Trail Wood,
9/24
Stories made in retrospect wear the costumes of coherence, clothed in patterns that our minds find delectable. Easier it is to look back and say, “Behold, such was the symphony of our life! Every note placed with purpose!”
In the realm of the “now”—that infinite microcosm forever in flux—the orchestra seems a cacophonous jumble. Each note fights for attention, each instrument a soloist unaware of its part in the whole. But ah, is this not where whimsy thrives, in the chaos, amid the sprawling canvas of the eternal now? When new scenes flit into our mindscapes, each a firefly of potentiality, they beckon us to dance, not just as choreographed ballerinas but as joyful, improvisational, prancing jesterstronauts.
Herein lies the heartflitter, the magical butterfly-churn within the cauldron of your consciousness: your “emotocore,” if we may conjure a whimsiword. The emotocore, you see, paints the colors on your inner sky, whether they be of despair or delight.
A playlist of sorrow, looping like an ouroboros of melancholy, may be a comfort zone for some—yet even so, it’s but a choice among countless. To rewind or fast-forward, to add new tracks or replay the old—these are yours to dictate. True, nothing is inherently wrong in embracing the sorrowful serenade; sometimes the murkiness of life calls for a dirge. Yet, one should not forget that life’s musical library is vast and varied, an archive bursting with melodies, rhythms, and harmonies of innumerable moods.
When one’s gaze becomes myopic, tunneled in the quagmire of one’s own gloom, it’s as if one is wearing “desperoggles”—lenses that filter out all colors except the blues and grays. Joy could be parading by, a cavalcade of jubilance, and yet, through the desperoggles, it may appear but a shadow, a phantasm to be ignored.
So, be a conscientious curator of your emotocore. Choose wisely yet daringly. What shall you play today? The dirge, the waltz, or perhaps something never heard before? Venture into the unknown genres of your being. Why be confined to a single playlist when you are a walking symphonic space, a cosmic jukebox of feelings?
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We delve into the realms of retrospect and the present, pointing out how hindsight offers a conveniently coherent narrative, whereas the present is a playground of chaos and potential. The emotocore, our emotional nucleus, influences how we perceive and engage with life’s myriad moments. The concept of “desperoggles” comes forth, describing lenses that restrict our emotional vision, filtering out joy when we are attuned to sadness. We emphasize the dynamic nature of our emotional playlists and invite the courage to venture into unexplored genres.
Glossarium:
- Elusory: A whimsiword combining elusive and illusory, describing the tricky, almost magical nature of perception and reality.
- Jesterstronauts: Those who venture into the cosmos not just to explore, but to frolic.
- Heartflitter: The quiver of emotion felt deep within the soul, a cross between a flutter and a heartbeat.
- Emotocore: The core of emotional being, the central processor of feelings.
- Desperoggles: Emotional goggles that filter perception to see only despair and sadness.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
– Marcel Proust
Your turn, cosmic voyager! Share with us your musings or questions. We delight in the ongoing dance of dialogue! 🌌🎨🎶
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