I love conversations where I question what it is to be human. I think it’s why I do have my anxious moments; I start thinking about these things and then realise that I’m feeling like I am standing on the edge of a cliff. It’s a strange feeling to go from laughing about what the colour purple might taste like, to realising that life is undefinable.
It doesn’t help that I’m really tired and a little bit stressed but I always seem to be having those strange staff room conversations where we consider whether the Matrix is real and we are all just plugged into a giant X-Box.
I probably need to lay off the running because it’s making my brain turn into mush, but I also fear that I don’t understand enough about being human. Really we know sweet FA about why we are here other than to be kind and make other people’s lives a little bit better for being in it.
Now I’m off to ponder if we all see colours differently and where I see green leaves you see pink. #iamshooketh
5 thoughts on “standing on the precipice”
Those ‘what if’ sorts of questions – the ones that make you ponder – are so fascinating, aren’t they? Even if they are a little fantastical, they’re also fascinating, and they give you lots to think about…
And they make us realise how ridiculous some of our concerns are. I can spend weeks worrying about a bill when really money doesn’t even exist; it’s just numbers on a computer, but my brain cannot process that!
A very deep post to ask “What’s this all about???” I also enjoy those deep, philosophical conversations. I’ve come to believe that each of us creates our own answer as to what life is about. In that way, life can be definable. We can define it as helping others — as you mentioned. Or we can define it as pursuing a passion — be that science, music, or art. Or it can be a combination of things that are important to us. That belief has brought me some comfort. Sure, there will be mysteries swirling about — and those offer more subjects to wonder about.
Exactly. And wouldn’t it be fun if God just sat us down and gave us all the answers on our final day? I think a lot of us would wish that we hadn’t spent time sweating the small stuff.
It would be really interesting if we we’re told answers on our final day. But I wonder if He/She would say something along the lines of “I created the mysteries because I wanted you folks to come up with your own answers.”