Today, I talked to a friend about my need to “hibernate” intermittently. By hibernating, I basically mean becoming a recluse. I thrive on these periods of nearly absolute isolation. This is not a concept that many of the people around me seem to understand. I love retreating into my inner mind. It is an endless abyss. My friend responded by expressing her belief in how each individual’s personal lived experience can change the universe. This is an idea that I had once briefly dabbled with. It reminded me of the conception expressed in Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol about how the thoughts of the masses can alter the natural world. I would like to explore this notion further.
To be able to appreciate the quietness of your surroundings and spend time alone by thyself is like practicing a form of art. It helps you build tremendous awareness. Only after removing all the distractions can you see life for what it truly is. The meaning of life is within ourselves.
Today, my friend who just returned from a sojourn asked me why I was isolating myself from the world. I told her that it is peaceful and relaxing for my inner harmony.
Once you embark on a journey of isolationism, you start to become very acute of yourself, of both mind and body. You become aware of the strengths and weaknesses of both. I become especially more aware of the nuances in my bodily drives and needs, including the various shades of thirst and hunger.
Sometimes we get so caught up in our social worlds and networking priorities, that we forget to take time to gain a deeper understanding of ourselves. We succumb to pragmatic capitalism of our daily lives. The deepest needs of our bodies and minds are easily suppressed or we choose the quickest, most convenient solutions that only serve to temporarily alleviate the symptoms.