Life can throw so many things at you all at the same time and you’re left with a mash of messy ideas and thoughts. You have no clue about which path to take next as you’ve honestly been distracted. Distracted with so many ideas as if your mind is a playground. Once a bump would occur in the road, you’d take the next idea in without finishing the first one.
I am one of those people. I am idealistic. And I’d wonder if the feeling of having all these abstract and intangible ideas is similar to the feeling of being addicted to drugs.
It’s euphoric. But once you’re no longer at that state, you struggle to return to your state of equilibrium—peace, zen and undisturbed.
It’s the same feeling when you’re travelling to places and would experience novel and exhilarating moment. That moment when you’d probably climb the highest mountains or would go on a hot air balloon trip or swim in the deepest of oceans etc etc.
I mean, no one would write anti-climatic experiences in their bucket list or achieve a moderate goal because it would be a waste to live a life without reaching your highest potential.
All of these experiences are euphoric. Perhaps, no other experience would ever exceed that feeling once you’ve gone on the extremes.
After doses of euphoria, we’d then have no idea where to put our feet back and when we would need to come back to the ground.
So, where do we go from there?