One of my little OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) things is that I have a need to explain why and what I am doing, and many times, I over explain🙃. Just one of my things, i get it in my head that i need to explain and even justify why it is that i do something. Like my journal for example, today, Aug 22/23. Why do i need to explain why it is that for today I am going to combine yeaterday and today? And incase you have not already figured it out, because i did not do a post yesterday. I feel like maybe if i do not do something everyday, that maybe I am being lazy, or just don’t care, that something isn’t important. Like these posts. They are important, to me, because it gets my mind spinning and active. I love that! Also, i want to provide the best continous support and information for any and all of my readers. I know that I can miss a day, here and there, but there is something inside me that says that some bnow some way, I have to make it up.
I think, possibly even know that we all deal with our very own unique OCD situations. Every one of us humans, no matter how old or young, develops some sort of inner guide of things that we must do, or even think, say and act on. I think these thoughts and behaviours, are not a bad thing, they just help us maintain our initial unconscious and progressive strive for purpose, and sense of being. Now, with that said, there can be times that these thoughts and behaviours, or even ticks as some people call them, may at times be used, or created, to cover up or mask our own deep fear(s) of un-purposefullness. (I don’t think that is a proper word, but it fits).
What I mean by that is that I believe, and have come to realize with my own sense of being experiment experiences, is that purpose is what really gives us meaning and reason in this life. we develop and create a sense of purpose of life, a kind of meaning for and purpose of life. To go even deeper into that thought, this purpose and meaning for life is already instilled within our consciousness. We all, Humans, have a purpose for being here, for being in existence. How do i know this? I don’t! It just feels right! And feels on prupose. I believe that we are eternal consciousness, that this life is only just a part of our overall existence. This body, although finite, is an instrument, a tool that we have created to help us explore and to expand our understanding of the physical unsiverse.
Here is the dilema, our paradox of being. We are born into tis life Tabula Rasa, with a clean slate (John Locke). The purpose for this is that if we came into this life with the knowledge possessed from the higher realms and worlds of knowledge, would we be able to actually formulate our own new thoughts and experiences? Probably not. There would be many that would take this knowledge for their own gain in this life, and not create the experiences and new knowledge need for the continued enhancement of existential consciousness.
Now, going back to the topic of OCD. We call it a disorder, maybe, maybe not. For the comparison of normalcy of our social structure, this would disrupt the flow of how our society has determined how we should act and think. The morals of our human beingness. I think that maybe possibly, the morals that we have determined to be a part of our human condition, have actually disrupted and distracted our very basic fundamental purpose for being here in physical form. Which is, to experience the human side of being. So while we call it Obsessive compulsive disorder, like many of the other disorders that we have labeled within our very own and unique parapsycological frame of human mind set. Maybe we each are to experience that what we are all working through everyday, to expand our knowledge and understanding of the universe on the higher levels of knowing. There is also more to this theory of mine, and it does border, contradict and even compliment many other theories of our existence that have been offered to any that are willing to look into.
For a closing I would just like to say, that this line of thought is never done, can never be completed, there are an infintie amount of variables that can and do affect esach and every outcome that can happen. We humans have become in a sense, detached from our actual purpose of existnece. Though, while it is buried deep within our physical sense of being, we consciously do not, or have lost the inspiration to dig deeper into it because we forgotten that we are eternal consciousness. We focus on the materialistics of life, since nothing else really matters. We are going to survive today, to live tomorrow and once that is done, there is nothing more. How depressing is that?
Maybe we need to start living for our existence?