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“Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts”
Albert Einstein

In a world with so many things to be inquisitive about, the hardest task is often the easiest — knowing ourselves. But such simplicity is deemed as pretty unnecessary, or rather, present by default. We’d rather show the world our selfies with botched faces covered up by the best of artistry and makeup. Albeit the world be swayed, we would be expected to understand the serenity of the truth concerning ourselves. What becomes baffling is the state of euphoria we want to remain in. Of course we have good qualities, but the world (and ourselves) is not as perfect as we tend to paint the picture. And it’s from a simple neglect: to listen to ourselves.

Lessons Learnt from the Insane
The first thing that comes to our minds when we see a person soliloquizing is the question of whether such a person is sane. Funnily enough, we should be asking ourselves such a question. We are often strangers to ourselves, with the least of seconds devoted to self-talk. Sadly, it’s become a norm to neglect oneself, hence soliloquy becomes a strange art for the psychos.

But it’s one thing to do self-talk. It’s another thing to engage in a monologue or dialogue.

Chatters and Shatters
Before you label me as mentally perverted, please understand: it is possible to dialogue with oneself. It is also possible to have a monologue. How? Are we not sometimes guilty of self-appraisal and fanning the flames of our pompous egos? This is the monologue! The moment our self-talk is one-directional and tending towards our passions only, there is a problem. Often, there are two sides: passion and reason, they make it a habit to get in each other’s way. A non-tumultous self-talk is often a monologue.

Sober Turned Sad
So far, this writing has an air of gloom, doesn’t it? You be the judge! For all we know, why does this self-talk (so-called meditation) have a dolorous atmosphere. Certainly, we all have our good and prospective qualities — we do not only soliloquise to condemn ourselves to death. We have to rejoice in the good, and rebuke the bad. Even in the bad circumstances, there is a chance of redemption, turning-a-new-leaf, or whatever process you’d want to call it. The sober mind is often the happiest. But of what good is knowledge surrounded by idleness?

The Tragedy of Knowing
Ignorance is certainly bliss — till the day of nemesis. Knowledge is certainly distress — till the day of restitution. We can choose what path to follow. In the plain mirror, we see all the wrinkles and specks, and waiting for days or weeks, they will remain until we do something. Ignore them or act on them? Your move!

Luke O. Ogar