Inhibition

By at

What runs in the back of the human mind has always been a mystery. Right now, a hundred thoughts flash through me. But I don’t pen them all down for you to read. I have my own filters and inhibitions, according to the people and the circumstances, I am engrossed in. Inhibition is a complicated process. Why do we feel inhibited and what factors affect our inhibitions? Lets explore the plethora of possibilities, uninhibited.

Inhibition has to be an evolutionary adaptation, we acquired en route to our current confusing stand. Tracing back, the cavemen roamed around freely and naked throughout their lifetime, like animals. Unlike the present day animals, we have changed, in the name of social and cultural conditioning.

When I mean, being naked, it necessarily doesn't mean just the body but also the nakedness of the mind or the soul. The social and cultural conditioning of the body brought us an enormous fashionable array of clothes catering to each an every part of our body. The same conditioning of the mind built imaginary walls, illogical boundaries and classified people on every criteria possible. We were taught to lie, deceive, conceal, suppress, repress, please, mask in order to survive. Because that’s the motto of this game - “the survival of the fittest” - which again, is self proclaimed.

So, we lied to others and ourselves. 
We deceived others and felt proud about it.
We suppressed our true feelings and developed psychosis and neurosis.
We pleased others to make them happy and sacrificed our own happiness.
We forgot our own uniqueness and tried to blend in with the society.
We thought it was safe to be with the majority. 
We created boundaries inside and outside our minds and restricted ourselves from free flowing.
We built high walls and guarded our secrets safely inside.
We put on a daily mask and lead a pseudo life.

What has all these created in ourselves? 
A sense of duality inside us. 
We want to do something, but we won’t do it, because of this conflict of duality inside us.
This is where we became experts in masking, hiding and suppressing our true-selves. And sometimes, we were rewarded, for not being ourselves, in an attempt to pacify our own truth. All these cumulatively has lead us to this path, where we feel content with inhibiting our true-self, on the universal path to death. 

But how long, can we hold on to this mundane path, is the real awakening question. Definitely, not forever! There starts our epic journey in pursuit of happiness, liberation and other metaphysical stuffs.

The label of happiness leads us to find a person with whom we can shed our inhibitions. That ultimately becomes a tricky job which might or never get fulfilled.


The label of liberation leads us to find means to break down those walls of inhibitions, even forcibly. Alcohol and other substance abuse fit in this perfectly for the lost and confused. Maybe that’s why people get addicted to these, initially. Its not because people are fond of these hard to drink liquors. Maybe its because we are fond of losing inhibitions and live in an unreal fantasized world, as our true-selves.

In short, we are fond of losing reality and constantly seeking means to achieve it. Be it a substance abuse or through a relationship or through solitary confinement/ Meditation/ Nirvana.

Have you wondered, how uninhibited we are all, when we are alone in a room. We sing and dance and behave as we wish, because there’s no need to please or satisfy anyone in there. And we feel happy being genuinely ourselves.

If we carefully observe our pattern of life, we will wonder about how sophisticated we are all in converting simplicity into complexity. Consider, for example, as a baby is born, raw and pure without any concepts or knowledge. We condition and mould the baby’s mind with social and cultural conditioning in the name of “Civilization” and “Raising up” simultaneously building up inhibitions inside. As and when the baby becomes an adult and starts to think on its own, the adult realizes one simple and profound truth - “Everything is fucked up”. Now the adult has to unlearn all the conditions and reach its nascent and unpolluted state, the baby was in, once upon a time, destroying the prejudices and bigotries of the civilized mind.

Learning as a child and unlearning as an adult becomes the part and parcel of our lives. 
Why not keep the slate, clean, as such?
Why not simplify rather than complicate life?
Why not be transparent and naked rather than inhibited by yourself?
Why prefer the constant chaotic conflicts of duality when an omnipresent singularity of truth is an easier option?









P.S. Quarantine diaries - Heavily influenced by Osho, Yuval and other craps, I read.



Comments

Post a Comment

Dig into the past

In our Own selves....

By at
Image
Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? The grass isn’t green. The snow isn’t white. The light isn’t bright. The taste isn’t sweet. The atmosphere is strange. The air is misty. The vision is out of range. Your cheeks are thirsty. The sky looks pitch black. The birds don’t seem to fly. There is something the winds lack. Even the hard rocks cry. Is this place, the Mars? No it isn’t. This is something familiar. I had been here before. Losing the skin you possessed. Gaining superficial colors you never need. Exploring the mind you never had. Dreaming about the rainbow you never will have. Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? I am buried alive… You are buried alive… We are buried alive… In our own selves...
Read more

Fly with me...

By at
Image
Will you follow my tail? Fly with me Take my wings free. I will take you somewhere, where there is nothing. No air to inhale, No water to quench, No body to be caged in, Nobody to envy, Nobody to hate, Everybody to love. But no way back, Yet you can traverse through the other route. Will you come? You will regret having spilt your blood here. Lets make it a memorable voyage! Falling down the Everest, Crawling through green meadows, Floating above misty clouds, Walking on transparent waters, Sleeping with minds closed, Lets derive joy from oddness. You know, the time, you were born, you didn't know, you were born. Likewise, you wouldn't know this too. Its a pleasure;Its an orgasm! Its a freedom from the bondage! How would immortals taste it? How would mortals know it? Poor world! Pathetic souls! Everything gain significance only after its loss. Its not the same with life, though the same with DEATH. Why do you fear to relish an elixir? Come, Lets invade the next Hell! P.S. I a
Read more

Do these count??

By at
Image
Of the music, the purest, Betwixt the souls, the rarest, The spell of scintillating silence. To hurt, do I've the license? To coagulate,I nipped the bud, To hire peace in the bed. The dead dreams, of my sight, Now I wonder whether its right? When I see you, let me be blind! I don't wish my heart to grind! From the inside of my head, I hear two, of which I am confused which is true? The bleed is now indocile. I am sick of being a missile, that penetrates other's leaf. Do these sins count to my life?
Read more

The Best, but Why?

By at
The glass door swung back to its permanent position, as he rushed in the showroom of exquisite clothings. He marched towards the shirts section and asked for some of the best pieces available in the shop. The shopkeeper displayed the best clothes ranging well above the norm, with obviously a delighted face. He picked up two fine shirts from the heap of the best exposed and moved in search of trousers. He chose the matching ones for the preselected shirts and made sure they are of the best quality too. He ordered them to be packed in their respective glamorous boxes and asked for the bill. Some indistinct voices echoing inside his head deafened his ear to the shopkeeper's words. Ignoring them, he payed the bill and walked past the swinging glass door and came into contact with the warm air of non-air conditioned earth. The voices grew louder inside him this time. THE VOICES: " Why do we seek the best ?...Is it just bcoz, you can afford them?....or Is it just bcoz, you wanna exh
Read more

The Divine Drive..

By at
Reading this might seriously cause some irreversible changes in your brain, if you are vulnerable, like me! The cool breeze blew gently along the coastal highway, on a gloomy evening with the sun about to rise for the other side of the world. The furious red ball was floating just above the cool blue ocean, a little away from the never reachable horizon. Lost in the eternal waves of the waves, the hiss of the breeze escaped into the auditory canals of the passers by. A frail wail floated over the wind,inaudible. As the two wheeler approached near, the cry grew louder and intelligible, though masked by the ever blue roar of the sea. "...its rightly said...its an illusion..hallucination..hmmmm..how would you define Time?? dear.." "Hey..don't make your thoughts contagious!.. right??(chuckles)..anyway, here's your answer..I ain't what you are..So I wouldn't attempt to screw up my brain and wander the streets as insane!!..you know, thats what you are exactly d
Read more

Inebriated

By at
Image
Hanging by the watch's minute hand, we were exploring our own land; Too slowly crawled the clock, Our brains were fixed in a block; The state of steadiness measured in terms of pegs, we flew around with wings pinned to our legs; Out came the words from the inside, that crenelated the heart in vitro quite wide; From dumb to a chatter box, cowardice to courage, this OH-fluid made our neurones outrage; Our souls confessed our sins kneeling down, Yet our exterior dressed in the mask of a clown; We see an aureole around every face, bcoz the Inner God emerges out from the surface; We let ourselves ruled by the uninhibited subconscious, and slaughter our cruel inhibited conscious;
Read more