Inspired

Once in a while I get inspired. It is often from a book or a film. Sadly, the inspiration tend to fade away. But the source of inspiration and the experience will stay with me. What inspires me is stories or questions that makes me see life in a new way, or in a forgotten way. Questions about the ultimate, filosophical, metaphysical reflections on the life we are living in this time and the purpose we seek. It is stories, or ideas that embodies my own nagging feeling that the purposes we seek are the wrong ones, and the lives we live to reach those purposes are wasted away, chasing them. That our focus is on what we want to reach, or what the norms of society says we should reach, and not on what we really feel. These feelings are suddued as we are blinded by our everyday struggle to meet the goals imposed upon us.

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The sources of inspiration never provides any clear answers. They leave me with the sensation that I know what lies down the road, following the path I think I have chosen. And I don't know if I want it. And I don't know how to avoid it. Or maybe I do, I just don't dare to let go.

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I believe what I'm talking about is called escapism. In our modern society we are so distant from our biologically normal natures. Maybe that's why I have troubles putting this feeling into words. Because it is biological. Either way, the reason for which I am writing this right now is because I got inspired by a movie I saw. It is called "Into the wild". And I can highly recommend it.