Lost Outside Time
Put yourself in front of a new situation of "being", without provoking a great conflict with yourself.
What betrays my nature is the helplessness of being the same man I was yesterday. Unquenched, the desire of discovering myself and understanding new situations that overlay each other and don’t get confused with reality, creates a certain discomfort, a great conflict with myself. The most trivial occurrences become starting points for the problematic estimation of a remembrance as an astral projection of a dream sometimes seen with open eyes, represented by the assumption of the contrast between a shell of appearances and the existence of a transcendent plan of a certain mystery of life.
Dominantly, I think of myself as a visitor in a book full of the beauties of a world without ups and downs, from which I cannot choose anything without touching a star and smile at the moon without feeling the smell of roses created especially from the flames of a deep love, without moving a tear of sunshine on the pastel leaf carpet of a spooky garden beyond the horizon of time.
I constantly wake up in situations with no escape. Not alone. But a whole inevitable world that keeps following me like an echo, announcing a new rivalry, enhancing the uncomfortable sensation of closure in myself. I run around in a circle that chances its size in time. In a time that seems to belong to someone else, an imposing creation, a dimension that I can’t transcend.
As I set deeper in my self’s research, my mind sinks in a fictitious world. I once again feel how the wave of inconsistency and subjectivity carries me away. I easily fall prey to breaking the universal laws of "being" just because there are a lot of unknowns I cling on. And I always give them a different meaning.
Are you ready to take on the exploration destiny of a wider universe, which is recomposed from some log fragments combined with impressions, memories and images gathered in one character?
I climb the narrow steps to the liberating sublime, the hope of grasping a new meaning staying at the edge of the significance of the situations that put me to the test, then to lose myself even more in a nauseating whirlwind. A real game of fiction. I'm completely disoriented, as if I had closed my whole life in a bowl and on its bottom I can see in a continuum flux, all the leftovers of reason and objectivity. The approximation of an idle reality can’t be conceptualized, surpassing the intuitive, but has the role to ensure the openness towards new.
My itinerary changes every day. No matter how random my falls in timelessness seem, I can’t cross the boundaries set by my mind. It doesn’t seem like I’m headed towards a certain place. And I don’t know where I’m at. The unimaginable lives abundantly in my mind. The price of my isolation in this enigmatic time zone has grown.
I cling in vain on thoughts and meanings and I would like them to awaken me. They’re useless, I can’t chase away all this mystery fog that immediately surrounds me. I feel that I’m living outside time, where there is no day or no night. I don’t even have the possibility of doing something consciously. How is that possible?
I can’t find a plausible explanation of this phenomenon that can be easily confused with a dream, with a voyage towards a virtual reality, or une inclusion dans le chaos. Maybe it’s just an intent of isolating myself, of escaping in an imaginary world, in order to destroy the ordinary in my life and all the adequate proportions thereof.
Do you focus on your own world at the level of contrast between the image of man who manifests his choice between realities and alternative identities, and the final product of a real experience of articulating a comprehensive vision?
Can you untie yourself from the helplessness of being the same person as yesterday? Does the desire of understanding yourself create a great conflict with you? Do you feel you’re carried away by the wave of inconsistency and subjectivity? Can you manage to cross the boundaries set by your mind?
If you’re an experimented leader, it means you’re not blind with yourself, but you take over with the authority that characterizes you, the control of these situations that don’t lead to the awareness of your limits and you don’t let your deadliest opponent to decide in your place.
As a leader, you’re responsible for the way in which you govern or are governed by your deadliest opponent. That Alter-Ego, that can hardly wait to keep you prisoner in a helplessness situation, by cutting your drive to be constant with yourself. And if you don’t do everything you can to avert the negative influence of these convincing entities (incomprehensible in certain moments), by projecting in the light, the vivid image of reality, you make yourself morally guilty of not giving priority to that verisimilar interpretation of your authenticity.
The man who manifests his choice between realities and alternative identities is the creator of truth-value ideas and fictions that fill the empty space of his life with the vision of a simultaneous world, like the gracious writer whose text it digests at a particular moment, but you find his traces everywhere.
At the same time, this man can become the final product of a real experience of articulating a comprehensive vision when the creation that makes it possible to recognize (and from which it transcends feelings, thoughts and intentions of the heart) becomes a way to permanently relive the intensity of the moment that pulls him out of anonymity.
Do you remain firm against your principles and limits in those situations when you think you are unable to react because the final outcome of a story that you read while holding your breath?
Quality leadership targets that category of individuals who in complete harmony with themselves, adapt to a well built reality, to a safe world, that allows them to be constant with themselves. Certain demanding life experiences isolate those who present symptoms of "wandering" in an enigmatic time, making them to settle at the crossroads between past, present and future.
Someone once said: "It’s not enough to gain an authority, you also have to know how to appreciate and be in control of it, otherwise it is wasted or misused, or it can be something in your detriment." I can’t interpret this truth otherwise than by using the word "value".
If you don’t get carried away by the wave of inconsistency and subjectivity, if you don’t easily fall prey to breaking the universal laws of universal laws of imaginary freedom manifestation, if you remain consequent in ensuring an optimum addition of creativity that magisterially materializes those aspects and situations of the vivid reality, then nobody will ever doubt your value.
Only by having a firm position in front of your principles and limits in those situations when you think you’re incapable to react as you’d want to or in your advantage, you will be able to avoid any great conflict with yourself.
The final outcome of a story that you read while holding your breath is an opportunity for reflection, excitement, satisfaction for the triumph of the imaginary in the tumultuous adventure called "life", which is wasted if it is not accompanied by a dream come true.
Lost Outside Time targets the passage from a normal way of "being" to a different state, that catches you in the uncomfortable circle of disorder, of prodigious imagination, of disharmony of thought, and in the relation with your partner – the Ego – that can become a strong opponent. Namely, when you loose the track of time and you let yourself carried away and you can’t make the best of your life experience.
Like an unfinished painting gives the possibility of a precise analysis of the painting itself, so do the situations and life experiences in which you come across many versions of "being", in the middle of intrigues that weave where you don’t expect them to, give you the possibility of updating your potential by a better understanding of your own being in relation to the tie you allot to the construction and maintenance of the intense metaphorizing imaginary.
