Life and the world are what they are, to put it simply.
It's easy to get caught up in the infinite trivialties that life throws at us, like job stress, finances, relationships, interactions with others, you name it. In the end, we're still breathing, and we're still subsisting until the time arrives that we are no longer sentient. The only thing that separates us and all other living things from a rock in the driveway are varying degrees of intelligence, which in and of themselves are very relative and very overrated.
Born from our particular brand of intelligence are emotions; happiness, anger, guilt, jealousy. Impulses that arrive and give us decisions to make. To feel or not to feel. To act or not to act. At the base, none of it truly matters. The ego dictates that we should do anything we can to make an impression on others (good or bad), or satisfy our own urges without making others privy to the true motives behind them.
That's all well and good, but it's the prospect of what we should do with our lives that has made the world what it is today. It isn't easy to take comfort in a society where everything is so unnecessarily complicated. In trying to make something of ourselves in the world before our time is up, we forget what it means to just be alive. Knowing what it means to be alive isn't quite the same as being aware of one's own mortality (which the news does everything in its power to install fear of). To me, being alive is being able to recognize that nothing matters in the long run and being able to remain as true to yourself as possible.
If this makes any sense, "the world is every bit of what every person is every day." By that, I mean that there's no clear way to view the world because it is always changing. Whether we like it or not, we are always thinking. Whether we notice it or not, we are a different person every day. Every time we wake up, something inside of us, both physically and mentally has been altered the tiniest bit from how it was the previous day. It is only through conscious effort that we retain certain aspects of ourselves that define what we know as our personalities, but even these usually change over time.
It's no secret that we have evolved as a race. Centuries ago, life was much more simple and there was less to worry about. Now, there is so much more expected of us that many become overwhelmed and feel as though they're living in the wrong time period. This is because in the old days, there were much fewer things to distract us from, as earlier stated, what it means to be alive. To make up for this, people often devise ways to placate themselves, be it through religion, money, sex, gaming, or any number of what some would consider vices - anything to distract ourselves from the 'bigger picture.'
In the old days, nobody needed a bigger picture. They were simply alive. And that's how I view the world.
It's easy to get caught up in the infinite trivialties that life throws at us, like job stress, finances, relationships, interactions with others, you name it. In the end, we're still breathing, and we're still subsisting until the time arrives that we are no longer sentient. The only thing that separates us and all other living things from a rock in the driveway are varying degrees of intelligence, which in and of themselves are very relative and very overrated.
Born from our particular brand of intelligence are emotions; happiness, anger, guilt, jealousy. Impulses that arrive and give us decisions to make. To feel or not to feel. To act or not to act. At the base, none of it truly matters. The ego dictates that we should do anything we can to make an impression on others (good or bad), or satisfy our own urges without making others privy to the true motives behind them.
That's all well and good, but it's the prospect of what we should do with our lives that has made the world what it is today. It isn't easy to take comfort in a society where everything is so unnecessarily complicated. In trying to make something of ourselves in the world before our time is up, we forget what it means to just be alive. Knowing what it means to be alive isn't quite the same as being aware of one's own mortality (which the news does everything in its power to install fear of). To me, being alive is being able to recognize that nothing matters in the long run and being able to remain as true to yourself as possible.
If this makes any sense, "the world is every bit of what every person is every day." By that, I mean that there's no clear way to view the world because it is always changing. Whether we like it or not, we are always thinking. Whether we notice it or not, we are a different person every day. Every time we wake up, something inside of us, both physically and mentally has been altered the tiniest bit from how it was the previous day. It is only through conscious effort that we retain certain aspects of ourselves that define what we know as our personalities, but even these usually change over time.
It's no secret that we have evolved as a race. Centuries ago, life was much more simple and there was less to worry about. Now, there is so much more expected of us that many become overwhelmed and feel as though they're living in the wrong time period. This is because in the old days, there were much fewer things to distract us from, as earlier stated, what it means to be alive. To make up for this, people often devise ways to placate themselves, be it through religion, money, sex, gaming, or any number of what some would consider vices - anything to distract ourselves from the 'bigger picture.'
In the old days, nobody needed a bigger picture. They were simply alive. And that's how I view the world.