What pushes us off the edge? What becomes the last straw that breaks our back? We look at people lose temper, lose control over themselves at one time or the other. What I can’t seem to put my finger on is what decides this? Why can some people handle a few things easily and some others can’t.
I remember the Joker saying, “madness is like gravity, all it takes is a little push!”
We are all inherently crazy. All of us strive for meaning in our lives, a meaning undefined, unfound, unfelt and nonexistent. Our ideal life maps are engraved on the palms of our hands and on the insides of our heads. And when reality deviates, these engravings burn and hurt so much, we sink into the realm of madness.
A single thing probably does not push us over, it is our inability to face the burden of so many things going wrong one by one. We see our ideal life falling apart and we wonder what we did wrong? Planning was perfect, celebrations were on-point. What went wrong, our insides scream to the universe. And the universe stays silent.
So, we escape. We try to find a way out of the disturbing mundane into some time of serene strangeness. Maybe strangers will help us realize that life goes on.
But life goes on with the ones we know. Life goes on with the ones who stuck around, no matter what. Trying to escape the mundane only throws you into the vortex of the unnecessary.
— Poetry Love —
I went around the world looking for peace
And I only found myself alone and lonely
I frantically looked for support and validation
And everything slipped from my hands, slowly
I escaped what I knew
I thought, maybe that’s the way
I ran away, and I kept running
I thought it was child’s play
Then, a voice of reason spoke
When all else was tuned out
It said, return to what you know
Don’t decide when in doubt
So I came back, the way I left
And I still think of it, when I am alone
I wonder what made me walk out this way
But that is something still unknown
~ Madness is like gravity, all you need is a hand to keep you from falling