The Tool of Detachment

I sleep when my conscience allows me to. I wake to the loudness of the worldly noise; and I return home to an empty house which we share as a family. Some facts of life are too bitter to digest, and they say time heals all wounds. The actual case is, it's not time, but the ability and speed with which a person adapts to their changing circumstances; how well one can detach oneself from something beyond her control determines the success of coping with the requirements of today's fast life.
Or, the other option is to just turn away and detach from the world, which is a very remote possibility. The approach-avoidance conflict faced by a mind that dwells on faith in a beautiful world, but simultaneously watches specimens of loss of the humane element, is agonizing.
Can this roleplay that people try to put up with as the 'accepted norms' of life ever transform into a more meaningful existence? It seems as if detachment is the key word in order to survive in this jungle-like framework, where we, being aware of our human identity, choose lives worse than animals. And those who think about it all are the ones who are sometimes made to suffer in the name of 'anti-establishment bohemian rebel' types.
What can we do? If something going on around us feels wrong, I'll spell it out. If you don't agree, you have full right to your opinion. But if you don't even make an effort to form your own opinion on things, then I'd suggest you need some serious waking up to do. Even if you do nothing but think, let's hope it just translates itself into practical implementation someday. And trust me, it will, thanks to the "Law of Attraction" or self-fulfilling prophecy concept, even if you choose not to do anything about your thoughts.
'As you think, so shall you have."
As far as detachment is concerned, it happens with all of us, all the time, even if only subconsciously. There's no shame in it: it's only a human defense mechanism. In fact, provided you know where to draw your line, it's healthy. When something overrides the mind and paralyses it to think of anything else, take a time-out: DETACH! You shall have a clearer view of things once you're a secondary observer from a safe distance and you take the time to think before you act. Maybe sometimes the best time to let go is, when it feels impossible to do so. Only by proving one's fears wrong can one get their answers right. =) 

THE DEMENTED GENIUS

Broken into fragments, wrapped up in ropes

The smoke still rises, from my burning hopes

Abuse becomes a gift, I accept with ease

This approach-avoidance conflict is the biggest tease

I kill myself, as a punishment to the part

Of me, that hurt some other one in the start

I wonder, why I’m my severest foe,

The recurrent pain still subsides at times;

The scars remind of the anguish when they show

I’ve come so far, but still seem nowhere real

For what should I struggle? Shall I ever heal?

Each time I see some sign of light,

Soon, shadows of darkness follow

How can I digest, what I can’t even swallow?

I grew up in teachings of goodness and perfection

I cannot be your extension, or your reflection

My perception is surreal; the material world’s, solid

My existence dissolves into the senseless duality

So many questions; truth has no originality

How can you kill, what is already dead?

Enough has been argued, enough been said

‘The end is near’, but now with more conviction

Where every breath costs, and greed is the addiction

On expression of morality, there is a restriction

Where should I run off? Where can I find escape?

From the death of my beloved soul,

From my intellectual rape.