I think I fall in love with the idea of people. There are so many things to love about people. Their quirks, the way they talk, how they structure their sentences, their passions and interests. Taking a peak into someone’s mind gives you a new perspective and opens up hallways in your own mind that were previously barred up. Different experiences, different lives. It’s like reading a book, except real life.
She had an unfathomable depth to her soul, as if all of the love and passion of the universe dwelled within her. Her tranquil surface did not betray all that waited beneath. Simplicity disguised the roiling ardor for life and for the living. The waters were much too deep and the undercurrent much too tenacious for a casual encounter, but anyone astute enough to face that ocean might share in the wonderment.
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I’m tired of all the bull “everything happens for a reason.” Why can’t things go RIGHT? How many times do I have to be broken down? There’s no reason for this. I’ve been through it before, there’s nothing new to learn. Sometimes, things happen, and there’s no reason for it. No greater purpose. They just happen. And it sucks. But you get up, and you move on. Because that’s all you can do.
I feel like I’m constantly battling willful ignorance. Some people just don’t want to use the intelligence God gave them. Good grief people, please, for heaven’s sake, think for yourself. Don’t believe everything you hear; you have those “evolved” parts of your brain for a reason! If you just willingly go along with anything somebody tells you, just continue in your ways of thinking without knowing why, you’re participating in willful ignorance. There is nothing wrong with listening to a good argument; in fact, listening to somebody else make a counterpoint can help you shape an EDUCATED opinion. Why just discount everything that doesn’t already agree with what you think?
Dostoevsky’s Underground Man is an intriguing character, to say the least. He’s incredibly paradoxical, which fits in with Berman’s definition of modernity in All That’s Solid Melts Into Air. In the beginning of Dostoevsky’s novella, the narrator describes himself as a spiteful man, but soon contradicts himself in saying that he was not even capable of spite. After each point he makes, he provides a counterpoint that negates what was previously said.
I feel I find some common ground with this Underground Man. He thinks himself somehow “above” other humans intellectually, which contrasts with the “underground” image given to him. While he feels this sense of superiority in his mind, his actions belie this sentiment. He is a mouse of a man; he lets others walk all over him, and he’s resentful of this fact. However, he’s a great thinker. He is acutely aware of himself, but he finds this awareness to be detrimental to his happiness. In other words, he’s too smart for his own good. He realizes that he is merely a pawn, a body to fill a planned role, and he is unhappy with this awareness. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
As a little girl, my mother always taught me to look a situation from the other person’s perspective. I was a big fan of making other people happy. I could step into someone else’s shoes, see just why they reacted the way they did. As I grew older, my empathy grew, but so did my prejudice. My private Christian school was a breeding ground for hatred. Instead of “love the sinner, hate the sin,” “love the repentant sinner, hate the people you think are wrong” proliferated through the classrooms.
Recently, there have been multiple suicides caused by homophobic abuse. This is clearly unacceptable, no matter which way you look at it. Some people argue that hey, they chose to end their lives. It’s their own problem. No. This is our COUNTRY’s problem. It is a HUMAN problem. And I’m not referring to gay teen suicides alone; this tragedy generalizes to the entire population. No group should be the target of hate. Nobody should feel so alone that they’d rather take their own life than live to face the world the next morning. We need to reach out to each other and notice each other’s pain. Instead of offering up our judgments, we should walk in somebody else’s shoes understand their thoughts. Human pain is everybody’s problem. No matter our views on “right” or “wrong,” we shouldn’t harass or bully, or even ignore, someone simply because of their sexual orientation. They aren’t hurting anybody, so even if we think they’re “living in sin,” we have no right to judge them. Judge not, lest ye be judged. Jesus took in the worst sinners. He forgave everyone, and to Him, all sins are equal. If I get angry with my parents, I’ve done the same in God’s eyes as someone who had sex before marriage. We should show God’s love. God’s judgment is reserved for Him alone.
Daine. I still have no idea how to pronounce her name, but I found her truly fascinating. I've read this series more than any other (besides Harry Potter, which was only read to remind me of what happened before the next book would come out). Daine talked to animals! She could shapeshift, and she was wicked cool. I felt like I could identify with her in the first book. She felt out of place, weird, and completely lost. Worthless, even. But she overcame every challenge that came her way through her own power, which was so different than everyone else's.
I've always been enchanted by the idea of magic. As a little girl, I'd imagine that every key to my dollhouses unlocked another world, filled with intrigue and wonder. I'd pretend that ordinary wooden doors were portals into a land where I was a princess, a fairy, or a sorceress. My book choices were an escape from reality. There was so much more _wonder_ in fantasy. I wanted something to marvel at, and I found it in literature.
But that's just cliché. No, the world would be a better place if we could just have a little empathy for each other. If people would learn to take another's perspective, to see the world through somebody else's eyes, life could be more enjoyable for everybody. Or maybe people should just learn a little common courtesy. You never know what's going on in the life of the person taking your order at a restaurant, ringing up your purchases at your local retailer, or driving in the car next to you. You just never know. Maybe she's had a rough day. A rough week, even. Maybe his wife is sick and his baby is cutting teeth, and he's not getting any sleep at night. Maybe she can't pay her electric bill. The world would be a much better place if we could just walk a mile in someone else's shoes…or even just a few steps.