I have an inner life. A network of thoughts and discursive inner-dialogues, sometimes coherent – often dogmatic – but never at peace. It’s a universe borne through me with laws and parameters, nodes and relationships, tones and patterns. It’s an inner life with an ecology that expands inwards and extends out into the world. It draws life from tendrils reaching towards light, clawing into darkness; conditioned by harm, empowered by praise, twining about heavy loads. An inner life of cables, intertwined and entangled, clumped in neglected places.
When I can, I return to my inner life to prune cables and test connections. I rewire redundancies and liberate kinked currents. I give slack to clumped cables, shaking them with care to free flows. I revive and untwine the tendrils, jolt them to life, and release them into the lands in search of springs.
I have an inner life. It seeks meaning, purpose, and wonder. It desires resolution and solitude amid the sublime. It’s capable of transcendence through submission, and courageously leaps into the arena, overwhelmed with fear.
I have an inner life, and I know this because it’s the one thing I encounter with great certainty – every day. From the moment my consciousness emerges from slumber, to the last thought that lingers before the darkness descends upon my mind, unannounced – I know I have an inner life.
…and that knowledge leads me to believe that, as do I, so must you. Imagine that.