On Life

I want to talk.

I want to talk about the world, about you and me and we are free and we can do whatever we like; and whatever we want, and nothing else matters.

And perhaps that’s true.

The world is a curious construct: the ethical world, like any other, is a single one-dimensional scale is a constant struggle between your self on one end and what you perceive to be everything else on the other. With this then comes everything else. 

But it’s not really like that, is it, you ask. It’s identity versus society, it’s personality versus responsibility...the list goes on.

Well, I suppose none of that was wrong. 

But look again, and you’ll see that it’s transformed, and the question now is not whether you care about you more than you care about everything else. It is clear now that you are the center of this world and it’s a matter off which benefits you more.

We are selfish people.

We do not help others if we do not gain from it.

It’s not just a matter of physical and material gain. We’re talking ideology and satisfaction and egos here.

It’s all up to priorities, I suppose. Is personal philosophical satisfaction worth just this little bit of pain or money or time?

But when you’re lost, you don’t have a response to that. 

But perhaps, circularly, having a clear idea in your head your priorities is what gives you identity?

So I don’t know who I am, and I hope you do.

Do you, do you?

I want someone to tell me who I am.

No. Perhaps, I don’t just want to talk: 

I want to be heard.

Would you listen to me?