Stream of Consciousness...or Subsconsciousness

Life is a funny idea. A funny…idea? It is confusing, intriguing, chaotic… We live and we die. Wait…we live just so that we can die? There must be more. A purpose. A meaning. An answer. Some live their lives scrounging around for more and more power, wealth, material possessions…? There MUST be more than that. There NEEDS to be more than that. Once upon a time, there was a child who lived carefree and happy to roam the earth with his head in the clouds, Until, one day, the child became a man, A man who was an apathetic, sniveling soul. Oh! To be a child again, where the imagination is vividly wild and life is full of vibrant energy. Youthful and pure. Pure as pure can ever be. Needless to say, he withered, withered off, with the wind. Without any meaning. Without any purpose. Must we fear for the ignorant? For the ignorant can live life blissfully. The aware ones live life in fear. A choice is made. Have the eyes open or closed. Elation over education? One can be fully educated with the truth and remain to be happy, right? But if the truth means reality, and reality is actuality, with the world as it is, how can a person be happy? War, famine, exploitation are outside those doors. The innocent prey is corrupted. Minds are poisoned when the sinister snake strikes. The venom slithers slowly and seeps into the bloodstream. The victim becomes sick. EXCEPT, this all happens with the victim oblivious to it all. Taking away the mind is practically like taking away everything. How can it be done? Who is the culprit? Who? A clenching jaw and tightening fists. FRUSTRATION! Cannot think, cannot breathe, and cannot speak. Is all at a loss? Still, no progress. NONE. Trying to understand, but cannot understand. Searching and searching and searching. However, there is nothing but emptiness…a colossal void. Madness ensues. All control seems to be gone. Control has been blown away. What a mess. WHAT A MESS. Insanity. Driven to absolute insanity. There is no need for tears because tears have already run dry. Left in turmoil. Right into disarray. Get some sleep? GET SOME SLEEP? Restless. Insomnia. Restless. Sleep is NOT an option. Where is liberty? Emancipation would be supreme! The chains are binding, the bars refuse to break, and the brain feels beaten. In a bed of bedlam, no wonder there is uproar. It is like sleeping on rickety rocks. Mayhem must march on. Attempt to think of a solution. But nothing is working, nothing is working! There is only aggravation and exasperation. Disorder leading to desperation. Dwindling down to disappointment. Drowning in depression. Feeling the fever ascend. It climbs higher and higher. The blood is boiling. What is happening? Perplexed to the very last point. POP. The bubble bursts. Learn to let go. Learn to take control. A surge of relief is felt. Be calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Rest is finally attainable. The body and mind are intertwined And the spirit is regaining strength. The moral fibers at the core are restored. Rise back up. RISE BACK UP. The beast has gone to bed. What just happened? Was it a nightmare or was it real? Nothing seems real though. Everything feels like a dream. Consciousness. What is consciousness? Or is this the subconscious at work? It will forever be a mystery. AWAKEN! Revitalized and rejuvenated. An emotion of euphoria has come over. It is welcomed in of course. Please, PLEASE, stay a little longer. Feel free to linger. Be a friend. Keep your friend company. FREEDOM! Or so it feels. Clasp on to it for as long as possible. Keep it near. Hold it dear. Listen to the beat. Jubilation, jubilation! Celebration, celebration! It is not just noise. The beat may seem off to others because it is unique. The beat is wholly being. It is not merely the essence of existence, rather, the ideal living. Come into being. Body, mind, and soul interconnect. One complete entity. Living up to the fullest potential. How can we get there? How can it be achieved? Can we get there? Can it be achieved? It will not only take effort, but it will take each and every-one and every-thing. What a battle, WHAT A BATTLE it can be, Fighting and struggling to maintain a sense of balance. Taking on an endeavor to build a structure after it entirely crumbles down and topples over. Instability, in a way, is what keeps life…interesting. Without this contrast, where would we be? It is unexplainable. It is indescribable. And this…this is all in the mind of a teenager.