Instead of finding satisfaction in being who we are, our never ending quest is to become someone else, whom, in our opinion, is far superior to us in every way possible. So why do we even try? Why do we waste our lives, our energy, on something we cannot even hope to attain?
The competition is overwhelming. Not only do we compete with others for superiority, but we even try to outdo ourselves in a never ending marathon that has no goal. There is no light at the end of this tunnel, and there never will be. Yet, sadly, we continue our hopeless trajectory, dragging onward. In the expanse of the desert, we are misled by the mirages that our mind substitutes as we continue our hollow eyed pursuit.
When will we ever realize our true condition? That we live only to impress others at our own cost, this life has no meaning. Our opinions of what is superior will never fully coincide with the thoughts of others. The word has no true definition. Each individual has their own interpretation, has their own view of the goal that cannot be attained. It is blown away as dust on the wind.
Why then can this interpretation not focus on ourselves? Each individual has an expression, has a character of their own. Instead of struggling to fit the superficial expectations of society, why can we not instead ease into the comfortable fit of our own individuality?
We have minds of our own. To explore them reaps much greater benefit than to simply walk in the footsteps of others. The freedom of thought rips across the barren desert of society, far superior to anything we could have ever imagined. We are freed from the gritted hands of society. No more do we pursue the fevered visions of the thirsty man. We are free.
Post dedicated to Summer.
4 comments:
What you are trying to say here is difficult to express through words in general, and I'll give you credit for doing as good a job as you've done.
About individuality… It's easy to say "be yourself, be your own individual." But when it comes down to carrying that out practically, the question still arises, "who are we?"
What defines pretension, and what defines reality? Is genuine identity something we are born with, or must we develop it ourselves? Who is the real you?
This is getting difficult.
Notice the title...
Who. Is. We?
:P
If you gave the first paragraph to a character, you could have satire.
I sense some condemnation in this post, and I can empathize with this subject matter, but I feel that one must probe the issues of true identity from the other side: how does one see the sun when one has only grown up in a world of fog? Or we can use Plato's allegory of the cave for this problem. How will you show people that there is something more beautiful than shadows? It's difficult.
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