Dark secrets
I have been searching for some inspiration on what i should write. At last, i came across this blog that was titled "What's wrong with me". That was the inspiration I needed. I posted a comment to the blogger, and then here I am, writing my 3rd posting now.
A blog is like a soliloquy. It is an opportunity when one, most probably, sits quietly in his/her room and narrates the things of his/her life the way he sees it. Some people choose to narrate events that happened; others choose to narrate thoughts. Whichever way, it is special, because they represent the way that the blogger makes sense of the world and interprets his/her role in it. Before one is able to narrate the things so systematically, there must have been a fair bit of rationalisation and thinking that had gone into them.
And yet, a blog is only like a soliloquy written for a novel. It is artificial, as ultimately, it is written for an audience for whom maybe, the blogger wishes will be reading. Moreover, in systematically arranging those events and thoughts, wouldn't there have been some censorship, filtering or exaggeration that are necessarily put in? If so, even if the representations in a blog are not false, they cannot be very true, either.
My point is, even in moments of solitude, a person cannot be fully honest. Each of us hold on to dark secrets that even the closest people to us may not know. Different categories of family and friends are privy to different types of dark secrets. And even when each of them do, these secrets would have been tempered, and the true extent of how 'dark' they are will only be known within ourselves.
Can there, then, be absolute trust in this world?
Indeed, can we even trust ourselves? How often do we deceive ourselves, on the pretext of convincing ourselves? How often have we given ourselves excuses, and passed them off as justifications, when something occurs that we do not like? How often have we, deep within, refused to listen to what our heart says, and choose instead to follow our minds? But yet again, how often can we be VERY SURE that those are excuses from our minds, and not real and sincere justifications that come from our hearts? Do we even know?
Perhaps not, I think. That is why, we cannot even trust ourselves.
On this depressing note, let's hope future postings will be happier.
A blog is like a soliloquy. It is an opportunity when one, most probably, sits quietly in his/her room and narrates the things of his/her life the way he sees it. Some people choose to narrate events that happened; others choose to narrate thoughts. Whichever way, it is special, because they represent the way that the blogger makes sense of the world and interprets his/her role in it. Before one is able to narrate the things so systematically, there must have been a fair bit of rationalisation and thinking that had gone into them.
And yet, a blog is only like a soliloquy written for a novel. It is artificial, as ultimately, it is written for an audience for whom maybe, the blogger wishes will be reading. Moreover, in systematically arranging those events and thoughts, wouldn't there have been some censorship, filtering or exaggeration that are necessarily put in? If so, even if the representations in a blog are not false, they cannot be very true, either.
My point is, even in moments of solitude, a person cannot be fully honest. Each of us hold on to dark secrets that even the closest people to us may not know. Different categories of family and friends are privy to different types of dark secrets. And even when each of them do, these secrets would have been tempered, and the true extent of how 'dark' they are will only be known within ourselves.
Can there, then, be absolute trust in this world?
Indeed, can we even trust ourselves? How often do we deceive ourselves, on the pretext of convincing ourselves? How often have we given ourselves excuses, and passed them off as justifications, when something occurs that we do not like? How often have we, deep within, refused to listen to what our heart says, and choose instead to follow our minds? But yet again, how often can we be VERY SURE that those are excuses from our minds, and not real and sincere justifications that come from our hearts? Do we even know?
Perhaps not, I think. That is why, we cannot even trust ourselves.
On this depressing note, let's hope future postings will be happier.
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12:18 am
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