Help me believe it's not the real me
So I was listening to the song, “Three Days Grace - Animal I have become”… “So what if you can see the darkest side of me” I thought about the many people I have known, where my attraction to them was the darkness and void that would surround them. They wore on the outside that which most try and hide. But as I’ve decried many a time, I’m attracted to both the light and the darkness. I thought I would never find someone with both. Could someone contain opposites? Could Space be both void and matter? No I thought, as I pondered this song though, letting its words seep through me from my over powered sound system. It occurred to me that all of us are both light and the darkness. That which we try and hide is still a part of us, in all of us are both rage and reason, The joy of creation and the darkness of destruction. We all both hate and love, inside the vault of our hearts. Friedrich Nietzsche said something similar
“Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman--a rope over an abyss. A dangerous across, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous shuddering and stopping. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under.”
I don’t know why I haven’t seen that until now. I struggle with it daily. The mind is a barely controllable playground full of thoughts consisting of emotion played out using knowledge from the brain. It is then the conscience of the person that selects the course or the action. Or could it be that the mind is more malleable and can be trained or that some are so pure that the rage and anger never takes shape in there mind? Or are they simple repressing it? As always questions lead only to more questions in the tempest of my mind.
“Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman--a rope over an abyss. A dangerous across, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous shuddering and stopping. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under.”
I don’t know why I haven’t seen that until now. I struggle with it daily. The mind is a barely controllable playground full of thoughts consisting of emotion played out using knowledge from the brain. It is then the conscience of the person that selects the course or the action. Or could it be that the mind is more malleable and can be trained or that some are so pure that the rage and anger never takes shape in there mind? Or are they simple repressing it? As always questions lead only to more questions in the tempest of my mind.