We can build our own world
Another drop in the roller coaster that is life. So it goes I suppose, and things have a way of regressing back to square one. I'm starting to feel the stressors of graduation and looking for a job, and well, starting my life. It is time i leave the cave, and see the light of what is. But what is out there? a reality that I perceive, or the realities that we all accept because it is what we see. Sometimes, seeing everything is a way of seeing nothing at all. Do I run back to my security blanket, with a false sense of truth, or plunge into the darkness and explore my infinite abyss? Have I died and been reborn? If not, will I be reborn, assuming there is death? Are we just reflections form our inner preferences? Freud links everything back to repressed sexuality from childhood, and how we reach for what is missing within ourselves, to feel complete and fill what is missing. But how do we know what is missing? We believe what we see, thus seeing is believing. Or do we have it backwards and believing is seeing? How believable is something if you can't see it, or have a cognitive hold on it? Does believing in something we don't know, give us securities in an uncertain realm? If all we believe is what is presented to us, how much are we really missing out on, if any?
Why?
I think too much.
Why?
I think too much.