It’s been three days without writing. It requires a totally peaceful mind to reconnect. Night time is best to make space, when the surrounding noise has disappeared. All that's left is the creaking of the front moorings, like a metronome. We are getting ready to sail around about ten hours tomorrow. We will therefore be leaving Corunna early in the morning.
It's a funny feeling to be in constant motion. Not to get attached to people nor places. For attachment is a form of identification, a need for psychological security. But does security really exist ? We can lose a loved one, get sick, be fired on the spot, have our house on fire, be dumped overnight without seeing anything coming, etc. Nothing lasts forever. Yet everything we do is feeding this need for security. Even in death do we hope to leave something to posterity, so as not to disappear forever, hoping a part of us may endure beyond.
In short, we want to perpetuate what we are, that is to say our fears, our selfishness, our existential emptiness and our oversized ego. But what is the point ?
Not seeking security is to live fully with no restraint, without the tension and fear of uncertainty. It is to discover our existence from moment to moment, without being encumbered by the burden of the past. Then only the inner flame remains, and the latter does not need expression nor security, it is content to be.
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