Who Am I? (23)
It doesn't always have to mean something is what I have come to understand. Sometimes, the sun just shines, the flowers just blossom, the rains just pour down and none of this have to have any set meaning to it. They are what they are and that's exactly what makes them so uniquely special.
Hello there, I am the guy who calls himself the Earthian.
I've spent an enormously large amount of time wondering about the little intricacies that I happen to notice. Every single time I notice something that I find interesting, a part of myself gets lost wondering what it is that makes it so darn interesting. Because I always believed everything ought to have a reason or a meaning. But then, why should any thing have a meaning or a reason in the first place?
Somewhere along the line, I had been convinced to not accept those things that fail to convey a proper meaning and because of this ignorance, I ended up questioning and driving away things because I didn't understand them. In fact, it became so bad that I'd often even apply this to people. And it never is a good idea to try to understand people with a very closed mindset like the one I had. I would really just reject anyone who believed in things that were just different than those things I believed in. And I suspect some part of me even believed that it was what I believed in that was right and that mattered. Was I wrong? Maybe, but was I right? Absolutely not. There just is a very fine line between being right and not being wrong. And I can always be not wrong and not right at the same time. And that's totally okay too, to not be either right or wrong. I mean, if that's how things are supposed to be. that's exactly how they will be.
Love, peace.
Hello there, I am the guy who calls himself the Earthian.
I've spent an enormously large amount of time wondering about the little intricacies that I happen to notice. Every single time I notice something that I find interesting, a part of myself gets lost wondering what it is that makes it so darn interesting. Because I always believed everything ought to have a reason or a meaning. But then, why should any thing have a meaning or a reason in the first place?
Somewhere along the line, I had been convinced to not accept those things that fail to convey a proper meaning and because of this ignorance, I ended up questioning and driving away things because I didn't understand them. In fact, it became so bad that I'd often even apply this to people. And it never is a good idea to try to understand people with a very closed mindset like the one I had. I would really just reject anyone who believed in things that were just different than those things I believed in. And I suspect some part of me even believed that it was what I believed in that was right and that mattered. Was I wrong? Maybe, but was I right? Absolutely not. There just is a very fine line between being right and not being wrong. And I can always be not wrong and not right at the same time. And that's totally okay too, to not be either right or wrong. I mean, if that's how things are supposed to be. that's exactly how they will be.
Love, peace.
Comments
Post a Comment