Misconception
A thought just pushed itself forward, or perhaps more a mirror that is not kind, but honest.
My own long-playing record is admittedly the human being as the rational creature and, in x parts, why they are not, laconic, arrogant — lived compassion looks different. The laconic tone itself being a learned pattern that seemingly works — but can be perceived differently.
And I have not understood how people can be like this, looking at Facebook comment sections, why this hatred, why this rejection — although, from a different perspective, I have indirectly fuelled it as well.
Just because I have the solution in my head does not make it right. I sometimes question that completely by spontaneously rejecting binary categories of evaluation. Which, admittedly, increases rejection as well.
What I truly know about the world is a micro-micro... fragment, and as complete as it may feel, it is not, perhaps it never can be. The chances may increase if you, dear reader, recognise something real and true in it, but even then it cannot be seen as absolute. Whether that is conviction or escape — I have no idea.
I write in order to get to know myself. I have come to know myself as someone in whom there is a great deal of compulsion, unavoidable within the situation. It simply cannot be otherwise, I always thought. But it can be otherwise. I am recognising that more and more clearly.
Even if it feels strange to speak about myself so distantly, as though I had nothing to do with myself. Although I very much do. I think escape is a learned pattern here. I cannot bear it, so I jump out. I jump into the meta-level, where it is wonderfully quiet.
But what I am trying to prevent is that I endure the feelings that belong to it, that want to live themselves out and have no interest in whether they are right or wrong in the situation.
Written on June 13, 2026 at 13:40. © 2026 Whisper7. All rights reserved.