PRACTICING … THE NONSENSE … AS AN ART

What is the non sense?
       What is behind it?
       
       What is hided in the things that makes no sense at all?!
       
       Why we have them in our lives?!
       
       Who’s responsible of generating that?!
       
       Are we attracting the non sense ... or we are the ones behind the creation of it?!
       
       Should we accept it ... or simple smile in front of it ... and actually understand that the non sense itself is the expression of the fact that we are on a journey on a pathless path?!
       
       Lots of question ... and maybe no real answer.
       
       Or maybe lots of answers ... but none of them is satisfying us.
       
       I was reading tons of books ... with the hope that one day ... i will find the right algorithm so that i can totally remove the non sense from my life.
       
       Until one day ... when a lady friend of mine ... that i consider an expert into dealing and understanding the energies of life ... told me ... “Why do you think the nonsense is keep appearing yourself .... but is not present at all in my life?!
       
       Why those situations are appearing on and on and on?!
       
       I am sure ... you can accept ... at least for a while ... that the problem itself is not life and circumstances ... but you.”
       
       As always ... she was tough with me, but each time i was speaking with her ... i was clarifying for myself lots of things.
       
       But the ... nonsense ... was still there.
       
       It was indeed a part of my life ... and i had to learn how to deal with it.
       
       Somehow ... i was in the position of being forced to learn to practice the non sense as an ... art.
       
       It’s quite a ridiculous concept .... but there was nothing else to do ... cause it appeared on and on and on.
       
       Each day i was waking up ... i’ve been asking myself .... what the hell is going to happen today?!
       
       What else ... could it be?!
       
       I felt trapped in a prison with invisible walls ... and i could not find any way out of this story ... so all it was left to do was to see the message behind all what was going on.
       
       And until then ... i had to redefine my perceptions about any circumstances.
       
       Somehow the Universe was forcing me to become an artist .... in dealing and practicing daily nonsense ... but i was still hoping that one day the awakening moment will appear ... and the illusion of life will be revealed for me ...