It’s a well known phenomenon that the main forces in a human, apart from staying alive, are pleasure and pain. We humans escape from things that hurt us and make us suffer. And we’re drawn to situations that make us feel good. Sounds logical and easy.
If it was that easy, the world and our lives would be far less complicated and far more easy to handle than what they are.
What happens in the complicated mind of a human is that we sometimes don’t see the real causes nor conequences to our mood nor to our actions.
This is the contradicion between our primitive brain and our complex emotional part of ourself.
That’s why a depressed or sad person takes two or three glasses of wine, to ease the inner discomfort. The pain goes away for a short moment. It’s a short escape, but a long run.
Other people smoke to disminish their stress, but they don’t consider the fact that the nikotin itself is maintaining and constantly increasing the stresslevel. The cigarette is a short escape, but a lon run.
Then we have people who avoid experimenting nice things in life, of fear of falling short and not be good enough, so the cancel the plans and never give it a try. Another short escape, but a long run.
I’ve been there and I’m still there. Escaping from pain and seeking comfort.
Some days I can see it more clearly, other days not.
Maybe this contradiction between the primitive survival instincts, our emotional lifes and the logical part of our brains is a part of the evolution. And there’s not much we can do about that, apart from hanging on, trying to do our best and to enjoy the short glimps of happiness that are given to us.
My boss asked me the other day about what worried meso much? I said that there are things I can’t tell. Because he can’t do anything about them. So I escape too. And after writing this post I will put my blue jeans on and take my old car to the washing hall, then I will head for the highway and roll down the window and let the wind blow back my hair. And I say like Bruce Springsteen says:
“Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night’s busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven’s waiting on down the tracks”