What a beautiful array of thoughts, Wanita. Thanks for sharing! I can see the medical doctor in you as you speak with so much thoroughness, depth, intellectualism, et cetera. (For some reason I only just now happened to catch on your short bio tag line that you're a former medical doctor; My mother and wife are nurses and my father was a psychologist, so I can appreciate the context slightly; I can't help but wonder why you are no longer and what life must be like post-md.)
I can appreciate your interest in grappling with emotions. For me, they can be so hard to control. Which I just can't stand. Your point about more info=more frustration: so true! I feel as though we live in time of a second GREAT FLOOD, only this flood is one of insane tsunamies of information. I mean, it's so dizzying! Just to use one's interest in reading as an example. Let's say I want to spend most of my reading time studying my favorite poets. Meantime, I want to read Proust, but also Thomas Mann (all so consuming), all the while, take a look at my social media feeds and everyone is trying to find a tiny little niche opening from which their writing can gain a readership. And none of this takes into consideration work, other studies, matters related to bills (not just the paying but the choosing, say, of one insurance policy over another.) I find navigating through the information flood very stressful, often at least. In that sense, as you explain, the letting go, if you don't want to drive yourself mad, I see, is necessary. Like meditation, if only that, I suppose.
Oh, but I LOVE your Netflix analogy-- a favorite show that never ends (Star Trek! :-) ) as that seductiveness (since lust was also brought up, ha ha) of gaining ever more knowledge. This is actually one reason why I have taken to Proust (aside from his great writing as such.) A novel so long that it just doesn't seem to end. I have always wanted my books to have that sort of unified flow of life-long reflections as they evolve over as long a time as possible. And you know, in that sense, as you mention the lust for things like knowledge, it's motivational, Mystical even. It drives one's sense of purpose for existing. Ever more and thus ever somewhat anxious for the next little bit.
Well, anyway, I quite enjoy your thoughts and poetry!
