Meditation on Interpersonal Relationship
It takes a huge amount of time and effort to understand others.
We must be willing to let ourselves be both vulnerable and prone to hurt those in contact with us.
We fabricate a sense of superiority by swaggering around and spewing pretentious bullshit and maintain safe distance, as well as deem each other (including ourselves) as tools to be used to satiate our selfish desires and further our respective goals and ambitions, nefarious or otherwise.
Conversely, we opt for self-isolation, thinking that we’re inferior to others and don’t want to hurt or be hurt by them, then take refuge in the relative safety of our own world of fantasy; retreating to the safe house inside our mind. The womb. The impregnable fortress. The sanctuary.
From one role-playing game to another.
Human interactions are fraught with perils and no clear rewards--and we can choose to look at the whole thing as something beautiful, or something altogether fucking ugly.
Most of us choose not to think too much about it because it will hamper, and, indeed, disrupt our daily functions necessary in order to work, study, and socialize properly in our society.
We then sweep it under the rug, inside the dusty file cabinets of our memory, in the darkest depth of the sea of our unconscious, whatever the hell that means.
Most of us avert our gaze from the abyss that is our inner self, because when the abyss stares back at us, more often than not we see something grotesque; some creature driven purely by greed and lust and wrath and just won’t stop until it get enough (it won’t), and until it can kill the boredom plagueing its very existence from the day it was born until its demise (it can’t).
We see staring back at us a heretic, a maverick, a freak. A monster.
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In the end, all this rambling might well be yet another intellectual posturing of mine, yet another pretentious bullshit I blab about to no one in particular, simply to slake my thirst for love and attention, but at least I can get it out of my system, and ask that one question I have asked and always will be asking still:
What’s it all about?
