Wondering about life is one weird exercise. There are some strange
twisting points in there, when things reveal themselves in queer
manners. It's hard to explain but, for instance, there are certain
moments when I notice that there these things that we assume we know
about life are so far how others tell them to be. But them we get on
the battlefield, and we see several more stuff we can't understand
how no one ever told us about.
One of these things I'm learning by myself is about how life tries to
push us away from ourselves. And it's made so by some complex
conditioning combinations that lead us to close our tolerance towards
some stuff and locking ourselves from others, all because by several
reasons we can feel threatened by the world around us.
What I am trying to say is that apparently innocence can leave us
wiser in reasoning. By scarring ourselves through life, we get so
easily biased by all associations we make towards things that we
become grumpy old fellas, with rancorous assumptions and being
obnoxiously opnionated.
We
can't, however, remain innocent through life, for we won't
meet life. But we can't let ourselves
be scarred by everything, and let wounds to get deep enough to damage
our natural opinions about some matter to be stained by an external
agent, and start hating a group of people for the sake of one person,
or generalize a whole genre of experiences due to one bad experience.
We can't let our judgement on the world suffer such detours.
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