The Human Condition: To Feel, To Judge, To Seek Bliss – Poetic Journaling

Dear Lovestar,

Here is a long form journal type of text that I recorded with a voice recorder.

We spend our lives asking, “How do I know?” How do I know if what I’m feeling is the real problem, or just a shadow of it? How do I know if I need a doctor, rest, or simply a different perspective?

I often feel like a mess, existing in a space where things are not what they seem. I judge my past with the awareness of today, fully knowing that tomorrow I will look back on this moment and see another failure. It’s an exhausting cycle: planning is futile when all that truly exists is the endless, overwhelming “now.”

The Weight of Judgment

The world tells us to accept ourselves, but we are built to judge. We judge ourselves most harshly: our faults, our past, our “crappy fashion sense,” the way we talk. We internalize the burden of not being “good enough,” feeling unworthy of the very lives we lead.

But what if the problem isn’t the feeling itself, but the judgment we attach to it?

“All that I know is I suffer, and saying it helps me feel a little better, for it was unbearable to try to be perfect in this imperfect world.”

This is the core of the human struggle: to be human is to err, and to be human is to judge. It is our shared fate.

A Glimpse of Something Softer

Yet, in the calmest moments, when the noise fades, a different voice emerges. It’s a voice that speaks of a hidden feature within: a quality of peace and bliss that feels inaccessible amidst the chaos.

This isn’t a distant goal, but a part of us, carefully protected. It’s the feeling that caresses us when we are content, the secret intention to do good, the goodness we hide behind our human faces. We can only reach this place when we are calm and at ease, when we stop the input and simply listen.

The Conclusion Isn’t an Answer, But a Path

I don’t have a solution to the human condition. But I have found a truth in the sharing. By giving voice to the confusion, the pain, and the self-doubt, we rob them of their power. We realize we are not alone in this “melancholic chronicle.”

The journey isn’t about stopping the feelings or the judgments. It’s about learning to see the peace that exists alongside them. There is a confidence, a bliss, within us, not as a reward for being perfect, but as our fundamental nature, waiting for us to stop long enough to fall into it.

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