Consider this. Most people are not going to tell their friend that they suck at what they like doing. I don't really see anyone coming up to me tomorrow and saying, "Fred you're so self-obsessed and you can't write, you really can't. You should also give up guitar now."
If someone told me the truth -- pure, brutal -- would I actually be happy? I speak not only of someone not telling me a white lie or being honest without reservation like Alec, although that does play a part -- I wouldn't like being told I need to shower more often. No, I'm going on one of my everything tangents. Hang on tight.
The problem is our apparent lack of concern for anything other than the mundane and the unimportant. The problem is that we are constantly lying to ourselves, telling ourselves to focus on the book report due in a week rather than the future of society or the critical state of affairs in corners of the world. If we lost this grey mass of illusion with which we swathe our souls, if our deceptions disintegrated and we were left standing free and naked, what then? Would we be better people, or would we just be very very lost?
It takes strength to perceive. It takes strength to see beyond surfaces, because simplification is the focus of humanity. So what if we exist in a world we don't understand, faced with an end we cannot halt, uncertain of any meaning in our actions? Narrow your horizons a little, my dear, and you'll be able to see what wonderful advances science has made. After all, where would we be without the toaster oven?
Clothe yourself in delusion, and walk your path with your eyes shut and your fists in your ears. Do not dream, do not wonder, do not consider anything other than the placing of one foot in front of the other. The faster you walk, the swifter you arrive at something you do not want to think about. If you walk slowly, on the other hand, you run the risk of contemplation -- and this frightens you, because it's entirely likely you will then begin to think about that thing you do not want to think about. You cannot remember anything earlier than five minutes ago, but there isn't anything interesting to remember anyway.
Hey, I just simplified life! Great! Now I can go do my book report.
Revelation of the month: I can't control the passage of time!
1 comment:
if we were left standing free and naked, we would probably catch a cold.
it's getting cold outside, man.
but seriously.
i guess it's easy to try and ask yourself "will this thing here affect me in ten years?", but actually taking the answer into consideration is another story.
like, i know that once i get out of hell- i mean RWA, sorry, i want to be an illustrator.
Galleries and most other people i would be working for won't give a shit what I got in 9th grad biology.
So why do I care?
Well... I don't know.
I probably should have just made this an actual post instead of taking up your comment space. sorry.
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