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I am 18 years old and fucked up. Not extraordinarily fucked up - I’m nothing special - but I recognize it for what it is. What does make me different is that, unlike many of the human beings who take part in my society and culture, I have enough grace and foresight to be inspired to analyze and act upon whatever knowledge I might find.
I see that I am not MYSELF. I see that there is no substance to the pronoun me, in reference to myself. I am a creature as same as everyone else around me. Perhaps I am giving myself too much self-importance by insinuating that finding the crux of one’s self is significant to existing successfully in this world. But, perhaps that search is the meaning of our lives. Those two questions - who are we and what the meaning of life is - seem to slip from the mouths of our species to often not to be connected to each other. And I, being as human as another other homosapien walking past me on the street each day, feel comfortable taking whatever I can get in terms of answers to those questions.
I just mean to point out that maybe we don’t know what the meaning of life is because we aren’t pursuing ourselves. There could be any number of reasons. It could be that we don’t care, that life is too convenient and busy for us to see point in delving into the dirt of our substance. It could be that we are numb; that life is too convenient and busy for us to see anything beyond working in an office, bringing home groceries, tucking the kids in for bed, and watching the nightly news. Could it not be conceivable that we have lost the ties that connect us to our own souls, our own hearts, our own potential for passion and life?
It would make sense to me that we are too wrapped up in the concept of consuming that our capitalist society requires to exist. I’m not saying that capitalism is bad; that is to say that it is no worse than the next idea. (I.e. Communism - it’s good in heads, but bad in hands.) What I am saying is that the way that our economics system works should not restrict our self-expression. The idea behind the system, let alone our very constitution as a country, is to give people more freedom. And freedom has no worth if it isn’t being used. (How can we say we are a free country, if we don’t even understand the freedom that we have?)
Some of this may seem like irrelevant banter, especially because I don’t have any kind of proposition or plan to present. I just feel consumed with this overwhelming sensation, as have many before me, that there is so much more depth to this life. I feel like we haven’t even begun to delve into those depths, and that makes me upset. It makes me feel small and pathetic and useless.
I hope that I can take that sensation and translate it into something better. More thought and maybe some action.
Action is good.
I see that I am not MYSELF. I see that there is no substance to the pronoun me, in reference to myself. I am a creature as same as everyone else around me. Perhaps I am giving myself too much self-importance by insinuating that finding the crux of one’s self is significant to existing successfully in this world. But, perhaps that search is the meaning of our lives. Those two questions - who are we and what the meaning of life is - seem to slip from the mouths of our species to often not to be connected to each other. And I, being as human as another other homosapien walking past me on the street each day, feel comfortable taking whatever I can get in terms of answers to those questions.
I just mean to point out that maybe we don’t know what the meaning of life is because we aren’t pursuing ourselves. There could be any number of reasons. It could be that we don’t care, that life is too convenient and busy for us to see point in delving into the dirt of our substance. It could be that we are numb; that life is too convenient and busy for us to see anything beyond working in an office, bringing home groceries, tucking the kids in for bed, and watching the nightly news. Could it not be conceivable that we have lost the ties that connect us to our own souls, our own hearts, our own potential for passion and life?
It would make sense to me that we are too wrapped up in the concept of consuming that our capitalist society requires to exist. I’m not saying that capitalism is bad; that is to say that it is no worse than the next idea. (I.e. Communism - it’s good in heads, but bad in hands.) What I am saying is that the way that our economics system works should not restrict our self-expression. The idea behind the system, let alone our very constitution as a country, is to give people more freedom. And freedom has no worth if it isn’t being used. (How can we say we are a free country, if we don’t even understand the freedom that we have?)
Some of this may seem like irrelevant banter, especially because I don’t have any kind of proposition or plan to present. I just feel consumed with this overwhelming sensation, as have many before me, that there is so much more depth to this life. I feel like we haven’t even begun to delve into those depths, and that makes me upset. It makes me feel small and pathetic and useless.
I hope that I can take that sensation and translate it into something better. More thought and maybe some action.
Action is good.