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The stream of paranoia
I desired to write about something I couldn't pursue. About a problem I confronted in the time just before the judgment day. So I did. I obviously did not know what to write about. How can one write a perfect essay? That was my problem. And I loathed it and loved it now; more than ever. And so naturally, my uncanny yet rare idea became creation. So it goes...
I was always an imaginative. My thoughts travelled, they would lacerate the gentle hoar-frost of the clouds, and after a journey that seemed almost interminable, and they would reconcile, unite with the limitations of the human brain and osculate into a path in which paranormality encountered logic. My mind could not obsequiously process things as entities which occupied space within an endless universe. I longed to find meaning in what I saw or read, scrutinize every purpose of its existence. Accepting a "what" in the things I heard was not enough. I went deeper. I wanted to seek for the "whys", anatomize the "hows". My thoughts would always stream between the limitations of logic and the infinity of paranoia. Yet, it was this ceaseless intrusiveness I simply could not get rid of that became my "deus ex machina", my lifelong answer to every question. What I soon realized was that I became my own source, generating answers to my own questions- questions equally disturbed and sophisticated.
My teachers would always call me a visionary. I always was the one that made the difficult questions. Most of them still loath me and thank me for that. I was a challenge for everyone and everything, a challenge because- almost inexplicably- I subsisted on challenging the limitations of my mind and body, be it Sports, Politics, Argumentative. And wherever I went, whichever path I chose to follow, my thoughts- uncanny in every respect- were my shadow.
My mind was intrigued by everything it was unable to process. I often contemplated the abstracts: Why do I need sleep? How can the universe be infinite? Where does quantum weirdness end? What allured me in making such thoughts was not that I could not answer them. It was that in such matters, answers were reclining in a layer which trespassed the conditions of logic. What I cherished when contemplated these thoughts was that I provoked what I anguished yet loved the most: the unknown.
Soon, I mutated my imagination into creativeness. My theory into application. "Creativity is a skill one must be taught how to acquire it", my teachers would say. For me, however, creativity did not seem as ability meaningful to possess. Creativity was a destiny. So I started to write about my thoughts. My writings became an analysis of everything my brain could and could not process. It was not that easy to mutate it though. Writing was not as apparent as it seemed. The thoughts were insouciant, carefree; nobody would judge you for their order or manner. But with writing, it was different. Writing had to be methodical, disciplined, uncluttered. In writing, I could not trespass the conditions of logic and normality. Otherwise they would judge me.
Managing the overriding of the two opposites in my writing had to become a disciplined jurisdiction. I saw so many similarities between them though, similarities no one could see or process, and my writing was ineffable because it projected paranoid thoughts as logical and resolute. For me, paranoia was an emotion which ultimately stemmed from the feeling of fear. Logic, originating from the Greek word "logos"-speech- is a formal process of communicative representation, assessed in terms of validity. What if my paranoia was logic for me? I held both paranoia and logic at the same time, resulting into a relentless yet infallible jurisdiction/combination: paranoid logic.
The meaningful thing in life is that almost everything we do or evaluate is on a spectrum. There are going to be things standing on the right and the left tail of the spectrum- distinctly paranoid or utterly logical. Everything else is vague. If you feel the need for distinction, then you must stand on the tails. Otherwise, life must have to learn to trust the still, small voice that is our best guide, if we would only listen to it. This is the most accurate form of jurisdiction.