I believe that religion is a branch of philosophy. A way of life prescribed by our forefathers in the hopes that the following generations will grow up to be HUMANS. However, us "intelligent" creatures have abused the whole system and caused wars and bloodshed over what was and is still supposed to be a lovely thing. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for religion, but i would really like to see everyone calm down and unite. That however is too much to ask for in this day and age. Were all caught up with defining ourself with these subheadings that we often forget to introduce our selves for what we are; human. Religion is a really sensitive topic and many people want to stay way away from discussing such things, but i think religion is a highly philosophical and interesting thing to talk about. Putting all emotions and biasses aside, i would love to have a deep and meaningful conversation with someone about religion. But that never works. The only person i talk about religion is my daddy. Kind of brings us together.
Another thing i love talking about is human psychology. I am so intrigued with the human brain, i have always been. Which is why i have my fingers crossed i can get into the course I'm applying for next year in uni. I once had a discussion about how we all have different personas built for every single person we meet. And by that i don't mean a persona for friends, family and outsides, but for each individual. Think about it, we all have best friends, but we all communicate with each one differently. You don't communicate the same way with friend A as friend B. Some ignorant people might say that this is "two faced", but thats going off on a tangent. Its simply human nature. Whilst meeting someone and getting to know them, we automatically categorise them and to some extent get a hint of their nature. Basing on that we speak and affiliate ourselves. Take a moment to step back and think of a time when you met someone new, maybe at a party. Think of how you talked to them and after 20 minutes how that was going and what you guys were talking about. Now think of another time when you met someone new again and talked to them and after 20 minutes, how that went. Both these would have been completely different, because in both instances, we pulled out different personas, based on the individual in front of us.
Now that brings me to my next point. Who are we? Who is the real us? The one with friends? family?. No. We are only our true selves when we are with ourselves. In a room with no one around us. That is when we know who we really are. No matter how close you are with your family or friends, the real you is always hidden for you to see. However, by that i don't mean that no one knows the real "you", there are some people who have, those who are upmost closest to you. Although they haven't seen 100%, they have gotten to see at least 97% of who you really are. And that is as closest than its ever going to get. (Disclaimer: there are exceptions)
I love sitting on the train and just observing people. Each person on the train has their on separate lives. Each built on the obstacles and the things they have faced till that point. And the scary thing is that, we will never know anyones "whole story". We will only know our story. We will never know our parents story and what made them who they are today. Yes we can listen to endless tales but we were never there is person, never there every single second that they have lived to witness what they have. Our parents, who love us so much, and who know the most about us will never know out whole story. Yes we can rant to them, cry to them and laugh to them but they will never know what we feel like every moment of the day. When were at school, in our rooms, at a friends house and so on and so forth. Its so weird. At the end of the day we are all individuals.
Anyways, i have so much more to rant about but you guys are probably already bored. Some have probably already given up by the second paragraph. And you, yes you there reading this. Thank you for reading all this :)
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