Do you catch the definitive moments of serenity? The sort that keeps your senses heightened for longer or activates an awareness of the present.
I don’t. It probably happens sporadically but I’m pretty sure I have dismissed it as a “respite”, a “pause” or even a plain instance of “boredom”.
Equally bored with etymologies as with woo-woo credos manufactured to acquire your credit card digits, I find it necessary to define the aim of this endeavor. Mainly here to probe the idea of “calm”, I will set to find my inclinations for having one, the factors that trigger and deter it.
I will get to further details in a bit but for now, I can say that I am not anywhere near any definition of calm there is out there. Being uncertain of my own experience, a nagging thought exclaims: “Superficially, sure you are calm”. In a tone that points out to situations like imminence of being sacked or during an interview for a mortgage approval.
But we are not to remain uninformed about this “virtuous” state that we all can have.
I say “we”, because I will drag you along.
Be warned: This will be a series of brain decluttering adhering to a regular schedule of rumination over even messier sundries.