“To make the most of our human potential, we need to have as many varied experiences as we can.”
Imagination shapes our desires. We can have impressions of people based on our imaginations without knowing who they are. Stranger. Everyone new in our lives can be said as a stranger; even if we knew them previously, if we are away from them for a period of time, we become strangers to one another. It happens frequently as we dynamically introduce each other.
Yes, imagination shapes our desires, but in fact, we are
both strangers to a miracle. Somewhat, somehow. In another way, we can break
each other before we ever do such things. We're being funny in a foreign
language as we have no idea or know each other.
All of this shaped the way I thought about connections. I don't fully understand why some compliments exist in order to impress someone else, as I struggle with the existence of such compliments. The exposition given by the compliment is somewhat bothersome to me. When someone compliments you, it shows that your potential has already been exposed and seen by others. As a result, someone else knows of your experience or what you have been through as a whole, or at some point in your life.
Trust won't be measured like a unit in physics laws. For someone who believes that love is never unconditional, admiration always comes with mystery. There is no such thing as easy when it comes to trust, because it exists or will exist in the way of your understanding of others. Almost is never enough. As Sapiens, we have experienced so much history that some argue that our DNA still remembers our past and is activated by such events when we are in survival mode. Yeah, although we know that this is all an illusion, at least I thought it was an illusion.
Then why? Why do some people prefer hurting themselves more than others, regardless of the fact that they want to have as many diverse experiences as possible? Rejection, loneliness, bitterness, and misery, all of them related? If you've already met such a person in your life, they would hide flaws as deep as the Pacific Ocean, manipulating their own feelings, in order to continue lying for their own system. They believed that 'knowing me more leads to loving me less'. Yes, indeed. Being known doesn't guarantee being loved. There is a part of us that believes something can be beautiful alongside suffering, as we have seen too much, or perhaps not enough.
I don't have a conclusion for this question because I wrote it as a title. Some of you may have already read it, and they have their own conclusion or quote to answer this trap question. However, it is difficult for me to do so since I complicate things, and I was unable to uncover any wise ones. It's my comfort zone when someone only knows the idea of me, when I choose to make boundaries or, in extreme cases, keep someone at arm's length, when I decide not to express any truth for fear of being seen as too much for the mundane.
It will stop by here since this question is bothering me in some way, as if it is just a piece of who I am. Love is a myth; it depends on who you are with, because it's quite sad when you've shared half of your life with someone only to learn that they're not the one.
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