TLWR: as the title.
I don’t get why human nature is so weird. Is the version of ourselves during the day the same as the one at night? They both think, but in totally different ways. The daytime version seems all logical and cool, while the nighttime one is all about emotions and grudges. So, which one’s the real deal?
They say, “Don’t make decisions at night because that’s when you’re most emotional.” And honestly, we all tend to stick to that rule because nobody likes dealing with the messy aftermath of emotional decisions.
Do we still rely on intuition these days?
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Self exploration is kind of bullshit. To truly discover who we are, we often have to let go of a ton of baggage and break free from the molds we’ve been crafting since day one. But here’s the kicker: in the process of shedding all that stuff, we might not feel like ourselves anymore, right? I attempted a thought experiment where I imagined not knowing anything I currently know, and then I tried to make a decision. The outcome? I was stuck. I couldn’t take any action without relying on information or experiences I’ve picked up from the world around me, whether consciously or subconsciously.
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Reading with a specific purpose or mindset can be both helpful and problematic. On one hand, it can guide your understanding and focus your attention. But on the other hand, it might cause you to distort the meaning of the text to fit that purpose or mindset, similar to how you might treat an encyclopedia or dictionary.
There’s also a difference between thinking as yourself and thinking based on someone else’s perspective. However, if you don’t engage in some level of thinking while reading, it’s like not really reading at all. And without exposure to other people’s perspectives, it’s hard to develop a solid framework for evaluating and forming your own opinions.
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I tend to be pretty cynical. Older folks say it’ll pass, that it’s just because I’m still young. Guess I’ll have to wait and see if that’s true. Maybe one day I’ll be less cynical—or at least learn to show it less—because that’s what real adults do, right?
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Do we genuinely accept things as they are, or do we simply pretend to accept them to ease our minds? Even if certain values are considered normal or trendy, if we can’t truly accept them, do we ever really accept them in the end, or are we just deceiving ourselves to fit in? Not gonna lie, we are pretty good at self deception, at least I am.
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Been wondering what happiness is. People often say that those of us in our 20s should work hard now to secure a happy future. But if we don’t understand what happiness truly entails, will it really just come to us magically down the line? Do we find happiness through hard work, or do we learn to work hard because we’re already happy?
Despite all these questions, I still put in the work. I mean, I’m not about to gamble my next ten years away. I don’t have the courage for that, survival comes first. But yeah, the world is confusing.
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One thing I learned after 23 years is, just fucking do. It’s pretty stupid in my eyes. But I follow that rule too. Honestly, I hate the rule as much as I hate feeling powerless as a person. It’s not that I dislike myself, it’s just frustrating to feel so powerless sometimes.
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What exactly is power? Maybe I’ll figure it out once I have some. But once I do get there, I find myself wanting other types of power that I don’t currently possess. So, what is it that I actually want? Maybe I just crave anything that I don’t have—curiosity or greed, perhaps?
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Going through a heartbreak, and I still am. It’s raised a ton of questions:
- Why am I feeling so down?
- How is this sadness different from other sadness?
- What am I really longing for?
- What exactly am I afraid of?
- Why do we all seem to react in similar ways after a breakup, yet also have such different responses?
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I don’t really sweat the solo scene. Sure, we all popped out solo-style, but deep down, we’re wired to seek connection, right? Even so, I’m like a mystery even to myself sometimes. Sharing bits of me with others? It’s like a game of telephone – what I say might not match what you hear, and vice versa. Misunderstandings are just part of the human experience, I guess.
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Language is handy for sure, but it’s got its limitations. It’s like trying to nail Jell-O to a wall sometimes. Metaphors help, but they’re like filters that can distort the truth a bit as we try to express ourselves.
What’s the truth? The more we try to pin it down with words, the more it wiggles out of our grasp. It’s frustrating, like trying to catch a breeze in a net. We’re itching to wrap our heads around it, but it’s like it’s playing hide-and-seek – either it’s not there, or we’re just not getting the whole picture.
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We’re all chasing happiness, no doubt about it. But sometimes, they say to brush off those rough patches without really knowing why they’re there. We just know they suck because they don’t feel good.
It’s like that old saying, “If it’s not nice, it’s not right.” But without digging into what’s causing the funk, we’re stuck with these generic self-help tips like “just do it, you’ll feel better.”
But what happens when similar situations pop up again? We’re left scrambling to use methods we barely grasp to shield ourselves from stuff we don’t even understand, all in the name of chasing that feel-good vibe.
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Got a ton of opinions swirling around and questions that seem to have no answers. After mulling them over forever, I usually just shrug and say, “Well, that’s life.” Can’t figure it all out, so might as well roll with the punches and keep on living.
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I tend to ask a lot of questions, and yeah, some of them might seem pretty dumb in hindsight. Those are the ones that can be done with some internet search.
But the ones that don’t have a clear-cut answer, especially the ones that dive into the gray area of opinions and possibilities, are the most time-consuming.
Will I look back on these questions someday and think they were totally dumb? Hard to say. I mean, I still can’t crack the ones I was puzzling over ten years ago, so it’s not just a matter of time making them seem silly. It’s more about how much I’ve grown and learned since then. Reality might not change the questions themselves, but it sure changes how I deal with them – whether I just toss out a “whatever” answer or dive in until my brain feels like mush.
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They say “don’t overshare your inner thoughts,” but where’s the line? I mean, if our minds are a free-for-all, when does sharing cross into oversharing territory?
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What’s important and what’s not? The thing is, the importance of stuff tends to shift like sand under your feet. What I consider crucial today might not even register on my radar a couple of months down the line.
19til29 