"But she won't give that to them until they learn how to love"
College is full of so many discoveries.
As I learned earlier this year, each and every person in the world is alone. No matter how close someone can get to another (be it lover or mother, daughter or friend) there will forever be a gap of loneliness. The shells of our bodies and the jelly of our minds, the light of our souls, are forever kept apart from that of others. It is impossible to fully grasp the plight or pain, the joy of another person. No one person can ever fully understand another human being. At any one moment in time, two people may never see from the same perspective, for no two people may ever occupy the exact same spot to feel the same emotions and sensations. Likewise, no two persons can ever take the same route to get to that spot. Every single person's experience is unique and different, which some may praise as a gift of individuality while I now see it as a curse of loneliness.
And it is this loneliness that drives us into madness. There is no accepting of the idea of eternal loneliness. We might strive forever to find someone who will feel the same things as us, to tell us they understand, but in order for what? For what end is our search for a companion who will feel the same things as us? Every now and then, we may think that we have found someone with whom to share our tales and fabrics, but upon this discovery, something will arise to remind us that we cannot forgo the human condition, and the differences between your own line of sight and the intersecting (not coincident) one of the companion will plunge us deeper into a spiraling sadness of realization.
As a result, many people come to "accept" this fact of loneliness and isolation. However, what it really is happens to be a silent resignation, a sort of giving up. It makes it easier to give up on people, to never seek to understand another individual or attempt to open up to them about your own life. And the cycle of spiraling repeats.
But what solution have we? There is no adjacent puzzle piece to our own lives nor bodies. Resignation leaves us with no goals nor wants. It could be said that there ought to be a compromise to be found, one in which it is accepted that there will never be any full understanding, yet we continue to seek people to share certain experiences of ours. This is also quite a preposterous idea. (I just wanted to use the word preposterous.) This still shows to hold truet he fact that no one can every fully understand another, and the closeness that we create with someone will serve as a backwards reminder of what cannot ever be fully grasped by our inadequate, human bottles.
As I learned earlier this year, each and every person in the world is alone. No matter how close someone can get to another (be it lover or mother, daughter or friend) there will forever be a gap of loneliness. The shells of our bodies and the jelly of our minds, the light of our souls, are forever kept apart from that of others. It is impossible to fully grasp the plight or pain, the joy of another person. No one person can ever fully understand another human being. At any one moment in time, two people may never see from the same perspective, for no two people may ever occupy the exact same spot to feel the same emotions and sensations. Likewise, no two persons can ever take the same route to get to that spot. Every single person's experience is unique and different, which some may praise as a gift of individuality while I now see it as a curse of loneliness.
And it is this loneliness that drives us into madness. There is no accepting of the idea of eternal loneliness. We might strive forever to find someone who will feel the same things as us, to tell us they understand, but in order for what? For what end is our search for a companion who will feel the same things as us? Every now and then, we may think that we have found someone with whom to share our tales and fabrics, but upon this discovery, something will arise to remind us that we cannot forgo the human condition, and the differences between your own line of sight and the intersecting (not coincident) one of the companion will plunge us deeper into a spiraling sadness of realization.
As a result, many people come to "accept" this fact of loneliness and isolation. However, what it really is happens to be a silent resignation, a sort of giving up. It makes it easier to give up on people, to never seek to understand another individual or attempt to open up to them about your own life. And the cycle of spiraling repeats.
But what solution have we? There is no adjacent puzzle piece to our own lives nor bodies. Resignation leaves us with no goals nor wants. It could be said that there ought to be a compromise to be found, one in which it is accepted that there will never be any full understanding, yet we continue to seek people to share certain experiences of ours. This is also quite a preposterous idea. (I just wanted to use the word preposterous.) This still shows to hold truet he fact that no one can every fully understand another, and the closeness that we create with someone will serve as a backwards reminder of what cannot ever be fully grasped by our inadequate, human bottles.