There is an Icelandic word called "Lifspeki",
which means ‘The practical philosophy by which one lives one’s life’.
which means ‘The practical philosophy by which one lives one’s life’.
Not a philosophy one believes; nor a philosophy one aspires to live by.
Not a state of mind. A state of being.
I wrote about the feeling of being split in half in this regard, and it made me think of the concept of daemons in Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials book series, the first book set that Beardy gifted me. In the world of the protagonist Lyra, one's inner self is animated and projected through a daemon - a being that takes an animal form. In our world, it is assumed that our daemons are already inside us. But it does not necessarily mean, I guess, that we are more united within than a person from Lyra's world - because they are made aware of the disconnect and have more opportunities to work it out, while we are estranged to the fact that parts of us may contradict each other.
I think harmony between my philosophies/thoughts and actions is the highest thing I can ever aspire to in life.
My thoughts and actions are friends.
They do not seem to be one and the same.
My thoughts run around, and have the ability of flight. They can be free, unbounded, and can be in more than one place at a time.
My actions are creatures of the earth. Bound by the ground I step on. Always lagging at least a little bit behind.
They are the best of friends. At least they try to be.
But they often leave each other behind.
They can move in different speeds, not always forward, and they tend to get each other lost.
My thoughts tend do throw themselves up as if the stars are calling them by name when my actions can barely lift feet off the mud.
And so sometimes it feels like they part.
My mind can live in a completely separate plane from my actions, feeling free and wild like fire,
But the whole of me lives on Earth, where only My Actions matter.
And so the whole of me stays troubled.
My Actions, not My Thoughts, allow me to connect with others, and to change reality.
My thoughts to my actions are what souls supposedly are to bodies.
Without a body, a soul is just a ghost. Unable to speak, to hold, to connect. Its existence questionable.
And without a soul, supposedly, a body is lifeless.
When my actions don't match my thoughts, what becomes of me then?
A thoughtful ghost.
A lifeless drone.
One piece at first glance, but two incomplete halves in any other angle.
My mind will always be a step ahead.
But it needs to let My Actions catch up, hold its hand, so it can
at the very least
follow closely by.
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