This complicated thing called emotion comes up in conversation with a friend. Emotion is attached to everything down to the air we breathe. We are affected by the environment and have minimum control over what is continuously channeling into our senses. Some of the time our emotion seems instinctive and in general we accept those feelings as “the truth”. But for me, I find myself constantly making a herculean effort to process how I feel, and even so, emotion does not listen to reason.
Emotionally we are fragile like the most delicate porcelain no matter what kind of hard suit, soft suit or flexible suit we put on. We’re not that smart or wise to segregate feelings from things and situations. Emotion invariably gets tangled up with whatever clarity we think we possess and the end result is always the same: explosive, destructive and regretful.
What is the fulfillment that we continuously crave for? Authority over another? To love and be loved? Or is it the perpetual hunger for gratification and affirmation of the self? From the hikikomori, a Japanese term for shut-in youths, to the dictators who won’t relinquish their power, emotion is a ninja that lurks in the dark, ready to raise havoc when you’re not vigilant.
