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life narratives

It is part of human nature to create narratives from which to understand our lives. We are our stories. This invariably leads to a sort of "romanticization" of ourselves. Whether tragic, heroic, comedic, or otherwise reeking of some sort of hyperbole... there are some fundamental truths that always transcend our narratives.

Change is always possible, though change may cause our narratives to fall apart.

Many narratives are one-dimensional and often fall us when we try to understand ourselves and others. This often makes us confused, particularly when we or others contain aspects of multiple conflicting narratives.

Narratives are, at best, metaphorical and only represent an Apollonian life. Fundamentally, our lives are much more rudamental that we'd like to believe. Ironically, narratives are also far too simplistic in many ways. The human spirit is too simple and complex to be contained within the world of words.

Thus words are our prison, and they let us free.

The best choice is to embrace the freedom of the nothingness we've created and transcend our narrative boundaries. A choice so hard to follow through with.

I find a strong ability within my heart to love nearly everyone... and yet, so much pain and loathing accompanies this feeling. But worst of all... the distance is always there, and I'm beginning to think that this distance is not really distance, but the true enveloping nothingness that we all contain. I'm looking for people who will not mask the nothingness... but show glimpses of destroying the nothingness, or for those able to make the nothingness look beautiful and haunting. Those that make me see myself in these lights and touch my mind and heart simultaneously. Those small moments that make everything feel different and novel in an non-symmetrical perfect way. Those that show that life is beyond all of us, ungodly, magestic, and yet still humane.

posted by Will at 7:42 PM

2 Comments:

Blogger floreta said...

I think I actually know what you mean, about the nothingness. And you're right to think of it as not being *distance*... you should embrace the nothingness, it posesses beauty as well. I always like to 'read between the lines', or 'look outside of the box'. This is where nothingness may lie. In my imagination, I see it as negative space. Just as important, if not more so, than positive space. But certainly interwined. One can't live without the other, or they don't exist.

Language creates barriers but also opens doors. I understand life as a metaphorical narrative. Good post.

9:14 PM PDT  
Blogger Allena said...

I enjoy your insights - can't wait to read more.

9:56 PM PDT  

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