Sound of Wind – Vol 1

Mountains landscape in Vorarlberg, Austria

Monday, May 1st, 2023

Today’s Article: Labyrinth

Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you tried not to make the same mistakes, you would turn a full circle as if trapped in a labyrinth? If you have, then you are not alone, and you are not uniquely flawed. Put it bluntly, you are not a loser and will never be. 

We live in a society – or in an era inclusively – where uniformed measurement of success in status represents who you are regardless of how long a way you have come despite everything, Unlike Ancient Greeks who valued what individuals had endured and achieved as much as they possibly could under the most depraved circumstances, we look at what our eyes see in the face of the mind because of the misguided belief that only the fittest will survive in the Darwinian theory of evolution. Here in the States, people believe those subsisting on welfare are lazy losers because they are uneducated or less educated. But that’s not the case. People with college degrees also find themselves mired in the rut of life, eager to get even a mime-waged job just to get by lest they should be thrown out to the streets. Sometimes educated people live in poverty, not because they are substance abusers or mentally deranged, but because they have different personal reasons that are not to be generalized under specific circumstances. We are all different, and different people have different needs. Didn’t Depeche Mode sing in “People are people?”

Failure discriminates against none, embraces everyone, and we are one in it. The Beckettian philosophy of failure as a championing, not championed juggernaut of doom echoes the Nietzschean credo of what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. Try again, fail again, succeed again. Or fail worse. Better worse. Fail worst. Till you get sick of it for good. Throw up for good, ad nauseam. If you are doing it, you are not alone; I am not alone. We are not alone. Don’t forget about it.

let it be

When a high tide roars with thunder

And my ship shakes with terror,

Queen of Peace comes from heaven

Telling me words of consolation:

“Let nothing disturb you, just let it be

Let nothing frighten you, it will pass away,

Nothing is forever, fear gets you nowhere.

The old has gone, the new has come;

Declare Hope from Despair in Light from Dark, 

Follow the North Star, even if you doubt it.”

Then her words become music soft and sweet

Crept on shining waters with the reflection of stars,

Allaying the temptuous temper of the sea and mine.

Secret Garden

Behind the doors 

Of the labyrinth

Is the secret garden

Of iris and amaranth

Minotaur tended alone

With tears of sorrow

For the love denied

With the joy of beauty

The flowers brought

To the heart of gold

Basked in the hope

That one day love

Would find him anon.