I'm going to prelude this post with a brief statement of my own: I'm not thinking too clearly right now, I am just writing. The sense that this post will eventually make, may be in the negatives. But it is my thoughts, therefore they will get the pleasure of being aired out. Now I can start.
I'm thinking of definitions a lot lately, and how we, as humans, are compelled to define everything we come across. We define objects, actions, reactions, relationships, personalities, preferences; everything we can think of. In fact, the reason why we can even think of these things in the first place is because they have been defined to us. I dare you to try and describe something that hasn't been defined yet. The edge of the universe? The length of 'infinity'? The meaning of life? All things that we struggle to comprehend, so therefore cannot define.
I am, of course, not particularly referring to these things in my post. I don't care too much for science, nor maths, and although I might attempt to dabble in philosophy, I'm hardly going to make any headway on the matter, so the previously mentioned undefined things aren't what are at heart here. I'm talking about that feeling when you're so angry at someone, yet they haven't done anything wrong in the first place, but you cannot stop the rage that is growing inside you. What even is that? Is that just me? Or another undefined emotion: that feeling when you think what you're doing feels semi-right, but it's wrong as well, but you still want to believe it's right because it does really feel right, when in truth it probably really is wrong? I didn't describe that well. But that's the point to all of this. Can some things remain indescribable?
Every time we feel something new, we think it's new to the entire world, but it's probably not. Someone, somewhere, has almost been guaranteed to feel the precise same way that you just did. Someone was possibly in your exact situation just days before, and had no idea how to voice what they felt. The issue is that sometimes people don't speak up. Things go undefined. Morally, is this a bad thing? Labels can sometimes create hatred and conflict. But in terms of emotions and whatnot, it can help to understand if you know what you're dealing with, right? For someone to turn around and say, "Oh, I know precisely what you're feeling. It's ____.", well, I know I could use someone who did that for me.
My grand point, is that I think we should stop scrambling to define every little thing in our lives. Leave some mystery. Leave something for your imagination. Don't rule out things because you've given it a label that it must abide to.
Leave some hope.
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