Late Night Ponderings Of The Introvert
As I write this, I sit amidst and alone with my thoughts. Lonely, yet never alone. Yet alone more so than I have ever been. For I am an Introvert and as I think – so I shall become. Thus I become a product of my thoughts. But what are the results of introversion when the focus is inward? Contemplations and revelations in the hour of night when the world is yet alive.
I cannot fit and I cannot conform. I’ve tried and although I may be able to portray someone I am not and fulfill such a role as my ability to adapt allows; I cannot yet elude the skepticism and critiques of my own thoughts. For although others may recognize me as ‘he’, I shall forever recognize myself as an ‘I’. Although they both represent the same person, they are two different ideals completely. Furthermore on an additional note – this is not the ‘ego’ which speaks to me in its arrogant ways.
I have not yet come to name this feeling so I will stick with the word ‘soul’ or ‘knowing’.
It is always present and fully aware; yet it is neither here nor there.
The duality of the two merge as one
And in the state of ‘oneness’ it assumes a state of reality
And it ever so gently reminds me that I am my own and not of my own.
Fuck modern society and its “norms”. lol..
Be YOU. Not everybody cares about being extroverted or introverted, so find people who like you for you.
So I contradict. big deal.
It’s actually funny how you select which contradictions are good and bad here, based on your own subjective/guru-fed beliefs…