23 Kasım 2020, Pazartesi
saat: 23:25
We’ve reached herd insanity.
I feel sorry quite often for the world we live in. All the mundane to more traumatic things. But the mundane nips at me especially. The insidious things that can block a person's path. Fear. Worry. Insecurity. Hesitation to wear a certain outfit. Fear of exposing true and even risky thoughts or emotions. Concern that someone else might think you uninteresting, boring. The way those things and things like them inhibit people and shut them up because other people with the same fears have transmuted their fears into fragile yet consuming narcissisms (inward blame vrs outward blame - how the two love the other). But the idea of winning favor is such a misguided one. Draining - the repugnant pursuit of gained approval - and yet such a trap so easily walked into day after day when decisions are made based on if they make us more lovable or not. Are we even individuals then? Fleshy and real?
A sense of superiority is perhaps the most useless, most hateful of the common vices. No person is good. No person is purely evil. No person is special. But if you study them with an unbiased, un-egoed eye, I do think you'll often come to realize that that is quite well and good enough - for people to be people and not somehow transcend beyond that banality. Or at least I have. Over and over. I've come to realize:
“A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.”
— Albert Camus, The Plague
