People always say, “The devil is in the details.”
Although that may ring true, life is about perspective; you can find details just about anywhere. In virtually everything, perspective ultimately changes the way you view or act upon the things that you already know.
Some people believe that dreams can tell us a whole lot about what’s going on in our subconscious minds; our every desire and failings, that in our sleepless state our mind is in tune with the sort of emotions that we can never bring ourselves to voice; possibly a fact that we ourselves do not fully understand our own, clashing made up scenarios with subtexts of hidden truth.
Others believe that, they mean absolutely nothing. While I support
this mindset, I also find it absolutely naive. Oh do I ever envy the innocence. What I wouldn’t give to shut this brain down, taking life as it comes, never again giving in to my existential curiosity. Instead I search for the profoundness in every aspect; I guess you could say it is almost an obsession. But without understanding what meaning do I have, do we have?
Picture this. You’re walking down the sidewalk during the night, your path illuminated by the incandescence of the streetlights. To most that is exactly what they are, just street lights; metal poles with electricity coursing through wires snugly tucked in its center, making its way to a soulless bulb. I can’t even look at something so simple without breaking it down to its actuality.
What I see? Well what I see is how we all look shady underneath, no sun to highlight perfections or imperfections; a vague image of a person casted in a shadow, lurking off to somewhere unknown.
That’s the point, we don’t know! Essentially stripping down everything we know past the superficial, once we get passed all the vanity, passed what we can look at, when you are left alone with nothing but your thoughts.
Ask yourself the question, who am I? I mean truly ask you, in total darkness. Ask yourself when you are coming unravelled, when you are so stuck that you know there is no possible place you can go.
Who am I? Who am I? Is probably one of the hardest questions to answer, right next to the meaning of life?
We all expect the answers to be so clear, that they will just slap us in the face one day and the switch will flick on. Oh! Okay, I understand now.
Expecting it to all be intrinsic, the problem is we spend our time searching for ourselves vicariously through everyone else; trying to see what everyone else sees, thus forgetting about what is on the inside. There is no one and I mean absolutely no one in this world who can tell you who you are.