The Chaos Within

My Voice Is In Here

To see such a thing occur makes me wonder: How much of your life is shaped by your experiences?

My Voice Analyzing Nietzsche

In analyzing Nietzsche, I find myself asking, in the quest for truth, he must be right to some extent, right? For how else would he survive, alone and isolated, tearing his thoughts apart? The hurt of such an individual is felt deeply, and I see from afar. Will I turn this way? Will I run away from the formalism and rationality that I am attracted to, or will I remain somber in my chaos, preventing myself from continuing? It is foolish to think I can continue with this state of mind, so I detach, wondering, what is next?

My Interpretation On The Voice of Nietzsche

As much as I was ensnared in chaos, I do see my own truth, and for that, I hold it deeply hidden. I know full well I could attempt to change my living, but I remain affected by the onset of my past. And if I try to reconcile this, I know who to turn to—at least, I was taught this. But do I see value in it? Does it carry me through my heavy heart, or do I remain in the same spirit? I cannot continue to believe it is changing me. It has only enraged me to think it would bring me peace. I am here today, not because I thought the full breadth of reality could change mine. No, not that. I see the truth in its entirety, but it has brought me no solace. Only my own actions and remediations have brought me to write on this day.

Ultimately, I encourage both the truth of which we exist in, in this medium that we call the universe, and the chaos attached to it. I see both, and I continue in my rationality but remain curious to where this chaos will bring me next.