a Giant in a Giants World

I am so confused.

Why do people think they must find themselves through the exterior portion of society and living?

Isn't it odd how people seem to be so afraid to tarnish their "reputation" for who people think they are?

It seems as though we people as a whole have fallen into a downward spiral into destroying ourselves. Individuality is so pushed, we must have the nicest of everything. More! More! More!

What happens when we get what we want? We still want more.

The thing that we are raised up to believe will make us happy, that thing we crave, those things that make reputation. Make us seem as though we are more than we are to the other eyes.

I'm speaking for the majority of us when I say that it seems as though we are all so weak inside. The confidence we build in this life is only a poor disguised illusion that we try as a tool to mask our secret fear;

our fear of being a nobody, our uncertain true selves.

Its my personal opinion that modern and ancient philosophy is extremely intriguing, and that everyone should, int their life-time, explore its subjective thoughts and history.

One thing that stands out to me, is the idea of a person's "Other."

Look it up, the German Philosopher Hegel wrote about the idea. The difficult to grasp concept basically stating that a person's 'Other' is that person of how 'Other' people perceive you.

Everyone has an Other, that extrovert persona. The problem is, is that the Other isn't really you, and it seems as though everyone is utterly infatuated with increasing it's character and ranking in this world.

Wow, so wait, you are saying that not only is everyone obsessed with the material, and things of importance; but people have even created faux images of themselves and are actually not helping their true selves become something of any relevance?

You might as well have a Toy Barbie or Soldier and having it represent you, and taking care of it and what people thinks of it.

This is absurd! No wonder people feel as though they truly do not need anyone to rely on today! They have their fake selves to take care of, nurture.

Oh, and its ok to lie! Because as long as your Other's reputation and safety isn't damaged, who truly cares about thier Other.

We are literally carving out a fake reality for ourselves. An image of truth that harnesses the clever act of puppetry to force us all into a division, and then eventually, destruction.

How happy was the 50 year old millionaire who finally achieved what he had desperately struggled to accumulate throughout his years? What did he really do? What will he continue to do? All he knows is something that is an ever cycle to a grimace demise that ends with nothing.

You die. You have money. Did it make you happy? When you made more of it. Was it a quenchable thirst? No.

So you can never truly be happy. Anything you strive to achieve and then die with, no promises attached, that brings to mere moments of satisfaction yet years of grief striving to achieve those moments.

Why? What is the point? Well, it seems that some of these life-long endeavors are for your Other and not you.

You get that car, not for some noble cause, but for this false produced image.

You stay sexy, not for health, but to improve your look.

If you believe there is no life after death, then why would you strive to adapt and improve anything other than what you know and have here?

It saddens me, our beliefs are gone. So we are forced to continually make these temporal images of our self better and better in the face of the gluttonous, insatiable thirst of the world.

A distraction? What else would you call it.