The next thing to think about for this week is a weak attempt to ponder philosophical concepts loosely related to social construct.
I have recently come to a brief revelation that we constantly live in a dream and create a reality that isn’t what it is. How do we define “success” in life? What do we really mean when we say we’re “happy”, or that we “love” something?
An interesting read from francecannotwrite discusses the concept of falling in love with someone vs falling in love with the idea of someone.The line of thought on this subject was furthered by a strange occurrence a month ago, coupled with the discovery of a quote from Pinterest that triggered a two-week long (and counting) reflection of life: “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
The internal cynic struck and rained questions like such:
– Do you really create yourself, or do your impressions, experiences and environment create you?
– If you played a strong hand in the creation of yourself, what happens when you find out that this isn’t turning out to be what you really wanted to be?
– What do you do if you are decades too late to change the image you’ve created? Accept? It is always easier to passively “accept as it is”, isn’t it?
And all of a sudden these years before has been an illusion of the mind. We create an image for ourselves, fit ourselves into cookie cutters and grow into it.
Are you really good at what you proclaim to be, or are you choosing to be good at what you see society will accept with least resistance?
Do you really like sunsets more than the break of dawn, or do you like the memories associated with it?
Are you determined/ /chirpy/whatever adjective because you choose to, or because you have to?
And what happens when some day you realise that you’ve been forcing yourself into a character you do not favour, that your current profile is nothing you wish for it to be? Yet so much time has passed that even if you tried, nothing would really be different?
Those moments of rationality crack a hole in the illusions, often which brings no comfort to the mind. At some point, this rationality will be packed away and we will sink back into the dark pits of a never-ending dream. We continue to imagine that this dream created and lived in, is reality.