I can’t say I know the secret to life. I use to think that it was to become the best person you possibly can. And I still believe that there is some truth to that. However, life is so much more complex. Best is subjective.
Now what I am saying is not going to make any sense, and you can destroy my argument in so many ways that it is almost wasteful for my to write this piece, but I can not deny what I am feeling(and that in and of itself is not an argument).
I want to talk about reflection, and the incorporation of experiences. I walk around, I look at the world, and judge the people who surround me. I am surrounded by mostly middle class students, who have had relatively easy lives. It is very damaging to live such an easy life. As humans, we are made to feel, we are made to sense danger, and once we mute our bodies from feeling any real threat, fear, hurt, or violence, our bodies accommodate. And so, the lightest hardships feel like a thousand blows. In our peace, we become weak and overly sensitive.
I think this is why we have millennials, social justice warriors, gender warriors all complaining about the supposed injustices within America, because they are not strong enough to survive in the world today, and so they are trying to bring the world down to their level, instead of rising to the world’s.
“We do not rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training”
I suppose a single solution. Since most of the weak are afraid to go through the hell to become strong, I suppose that you reflect on the hell that others have gone through to become strong. Although I do not do this enough myself, but I love watching video documentaries of how bad it can be in the world. You have to experience darkness before you can truly appreciate the light.
That’s all I have to say,
Thanks for listening~