One of the perks of working a monotonous job is the ability to reflect. Not many people have time to dwell inside their mind. Not many people understand the person they claim to be best acquainted with: themself. We take this idea for granted actually, yet many ancient philosophers were definitively convinced that the key to understanding much about life, is to deliberately meditate upon your individual purpose in the cosmic epic, unfolding daily around us.
Such a strange concept in a world in which we desperately wish others to know us. We are so focused on attaining a stamp of approval from our peers, and much of the person we've created to secure this coveted approval, is actually a mere reflection of (what we believe) others wish to see. This caricature is not our true self, at least not all of our self.
This is the vital nature of self-reflection. The essential quality it possesses which makes it as necessary to our soul as food and water are to our physical being.
I have much time to sit inside this solitary space at the job I work, and some of my best thoughts have come from this space. Some of my boldest desires, and most profound ambitions have been cultivated in the space of quiet, surrounded by the hum of heavy machinery.
I am convinced that we are a generation abandoned. Many will blame our parents for abandoning us. Some will blame society, politicians or economic theories. Some will blame generations past.
It's simple to find people to carry the burden of blame for us, far easier than owning up to the fact that the single greatest abandonment has been the abandonment of our souls.
We've traded a rich life of understanding for shallow commodities and comforts. We accept other thoughts unquestioningly, instead of scrutinizing and creating our own.
We are afraid to know the true person within because our beauty is terrifying and our ugliness must be faced. It's a great paradox really. The fact that we have such difficulty accepting our true beauty, yet think that we are so highly of ourselves that we render ourselves unable to examine the darker parts of our souls.
Yet, if we are to fully heal, it is to this place we must return. To denounce our abandonment and accept our responsibility to fully know our self. Our purpose. Our duty. We must know why we exist and strive to live accordingly instead of squandering the precious moments we've been given.
This is why we must meditate.
This is why we must reclaim that quiet place inside our mind.