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I'm at work at the moment and I'm extremely bored. I've surfed the net, read countless entries on various sites, and it's only 11 in the morning. I even tried to call my friend in the United Kingdom...but I can't reach her.
I'm in a contemplative mood at the moment...so whoever is unfortunate enough to stumble across this post will have to bear with the arbitrary thoughts that are currently swimming around in my head.
Much of this world isn't what it seems. We are all in a fog, oblivious to what is really around us. So many of us don't ever stop to think about our surroundings. I recently got an email from a new friend that mentioned to me that she feels that she's a lot more "aware" of her surroundings than most of the people that she knows. I often wonder if the questions that I have or the things that I wonder about are similar to the thoughts that others find on their minds from time to time. Or maybe I'm just weird and think about irrelevant things. I hope it's not the later. They seem like interesting thoughts to me. But if I didn't think them interesting, I suppose I wouldn't entertain them like I do, but rather think about more important issues like the latest celebrity scandal or the current statistics of my favorite sports teams.
So much of relevancy is relative anyway. Who can honestly say that what is relevant to them, should mean something to everyone else. When you consider the countless perspectives that the population as a whole must hold for a single issue, it seems ridiculous to state that ANYTHNG is relevant. We can only speak for ourselves, and what we deem as important.
And this is my point that I'm trying to make. The thoughts that I scribble down in my journal are relevant to me. They may hold no value at all for those that happen to read them. But that is why this is my journal. It is a glimpse into my world. The world as I see it. And I suppose that everyone who reads it will have a unique opinion of the content that I've chosen to share.
I find that fascinating really. That each of us has our own unique universe. We don't all live in the same world. We live in our mind...in our own personal universe that we've created in our head. Everything we see and hear and touch and smell and taste, is interpreted differently than someone else who will experience the exact same thing. There may be similarities, but it will not be the same. We may think that what someone said had a bitchy tone, while someone else my think that they sounded worried. I may taste something that I think is delicious, while someone else will eat that same thing and want to vomit. It's the same with smells and sounds...and experiences. The emotions that we feel while we go through the same trauma will vary from one individual to the next. One will suffer horrendous abuse and come out ok, while the same experience will absolutely destroy another.
It is really mind boggling to stop and think about all of the different meanings and understandings that we've given to the same behavior. And when I think about things in this context, I realize that it is impossible for me to truly understand what it is that someone else is going through. As much as I may want to understand, I can't. I may have experienced the exact same thing, but I still have no right to say, "I know how you feel". Because I don't. I think the important thing is that I want to understand how they feel. And that I try my best to understand and to have empathy for that individual. That is what brings comfort. That is what defines a true friend. Someone that realizes that they can't understand, but they want to and they still try.
I'm in a contemplative mood at the moment...so whoever is unfortunate enough to stumble across this post will have to bear with the arbitrary thoughts that are currently swimming around in my head.
Much of this world isn't what it seems. We are all in a fog, oblivious to what is really around us. So many of us don't ever stop to think about our surroundings. I recently got an email from a new friend that mentioned to me that she feels that she's a lot more "aware" of her surroundings than most of the people that she knows. I often wonder if the questions that I have or the things that I wonder about are similar to the thoughts that others find on their minds from time to time. Or maybe I'm just weird and think about irrelevant things. I hope it's not the later. They seem like interesting thoughts to me. But if I didn't think them interesting, I suppose I wouldn't entertain them like I do, but rather think about more important issues like the latest celebrity scandal or the current statistics of my favorite sports teams.
So much of relevancy is relative anyway. Who can honestly say that what is relevant to them, should mean something to everyone else. When you consider the countless perspectives that the population as a whole must hold for a single issue, it seems ridiculous to state that ANYTHNG is relevant. We can only speak for ourselves, and what we deem as important.
And this is my point that I'm trying to make. The thoughts that I scribble down in my journal are relevant to me. They may hold no value at all for those that happen to read them. But that is why this is my journal. It is a glimpse into my world. The world as I see it. And I suppose that everyone who reads it will have a unique opinion of the content that I've chosen to share.
I find that fascinating really. That each of us has our own unique universe. We don't all live in the same world. We live in our mind...in our own personal universe that we've created in our head. Everything we see and hear and touch and smell and taste, is interpreted differently than someone else who will experience the exact same thing. There may be similarities, but it will not be the same. We may think that what someone said had a bitchy tone, while someone else my think that they sounded worried. I may taste something that I think is delicious, while someone else will eat that same thing and want to vomit. It's the same with smells and sounds...and experiences. The emotions that we feel while we go through the same trauma will vary from one individual to the next. One will suffer horrendous abuse and come out ok, while the same experience will absolutely destroy another.
It is really mind boggling to stop and think about all of the different meanings and understandings that we've given to the same behavior. And when I think about things in this context, I realize that it is impossible for me to truly understand what it is that someone else is going through. As much as I may want to understand, I can't. I may have experienced the exact same thing, but I still have no right to say, "I know how you feel". Because I don't. I think the important thing is that I want to understand how they feel. And that I try my best to understand and to have empathy for that individual. That is what brings comfort. That is what defines a true friend. Someone that realizes that they can't understand, but they want to and they still try.