Too many thoughts, picked up at random times and random places... The curse of an overbearing mind! Now how do we make sense of the enmeshed voices? How do we tell them apart from each other? Sometimes the voices inside your head scream with the pain of having been crushed by the madness that is not theirs. That's what everyone will say anyway. Why do we disavow our insanity, that is so innate to us? Why do we thrive in unremitting alienation from ourselves?
When there's too much, nothing ever really takes form. At least, that is how it is for some of us. Disorganised musings of dissociated proclamations.
Burnout becomes another one of those benumbing paradoxes when it creeps up on people who happen to love what they do. Perhaps then, there are some discordant unconscious motivations at work? Then again, it becomes hard to separate the micro- from the macro- when it comes to the marvel called mankind (I really happen to like that phrase - pretty much defines all that I believe in).
Sometimes it seems to me that Psychologists take the easy route by putting the entire onus on the individual. I know, society is made up of individuals... but sometimes, the sum is greater than its parts. Like so much else that we call human, it's a viscious circle. I guess we'll never really know what came first - the chicken or the egg!
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