I'm a mind surfer. I ride the waves, exploring the vastness of the human universe, diving into the joy and sorrow each experience brings, uncovering hidden treasures sunk beneath my subconscious, ignored previously by my own choices in the pursuit of survival, false admiration, and shallow wealth.
These experiences have moulded and directed me toward a newfound state of being. To delve within me, to unearth the true wealth lying dormant, neglected, and lying below in the deep by an environment that regarded human creativity as an inconvenience and a nuisance, that didn’t fit in with the goals of a society that quantified and qualified our existence based on our ability to produce and accumulate.
I don’t know, what I don’t know.
My instincts, which I often do not listen to, would correctly illuminate the unknown paths before me but I just refused to see it.
My instincts are strong. I would fight it at every step as I stubbornly built myself an artificial current designed on the opinion of others and fought against the vast pressure of the ocean. My mind would eventually give in, almost drowning in my own thoughts.
My instincts were forgiving enough to help me acknowledge and disrupt my facade and helped me paddle away from the old version, towards a world with no name nor destination. It is me being me, discovering the enigma within with no preconceived prejudices or ideologies of what I “should” be.
I thus become what I am through pain, helping me feel out my soul like a tugboat, bump after bump, guiding me towards the natural path filled with meandering dimensional states of being. I then learn from the bumps, harnessing my instincts in full flow, adjusting and transforming along the way.
I find myself experiencing life as a mind surfer, trusting myself, guided and powered by the waves, wave after wave, without trying to change the ocean.
Destination Unknown.
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